~HUNTER~

"I need you to handle something."

The words come out sharper than planned as I watch Celine across the hallway. Her eyes, those warm brown eyes that usually sparkle with life..look dull, the skin around them slightly puffy.

Has she been crying? Because of what I said? A flash of guilt twists in my chest before I stamp it down. This is better for both of us.

"Couldn't one of the other maids handle it?" she asks, her voice flat.

"I want you to do it." My eyes never leave her face ...