KAITLYN

He bats his lashes severally, his jaw dropping as he stares at the lampstand in my raised hand. My hand slowly drops, and I take a step back, my questioning gaze fixed on him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, still recovering from the fear that had seized me some moments ago.

“The master asked me to check on you,” he replies. My head shoots up in confusion. He just came here to check on me?

That is all you came for?” I ask, not believing him.

He swivels his head in all ...