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Shane's eyes widened as he snapped his neck to face the butler, his fists clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.
"What did you say?" Shane sneered at Treyond, who shifted back slightly in fear that his young master might lash out at him.
"The young mistress says to get birth control pills for her," Treyond repeated.
"And why does she need them?" Shane asked, his mismatched eyes darkening ominously.
*Why is the young master asking me all these questions? Did he not sleep with the young mistress last night? Why else would a lady need birth control pills if not to prevent pregnancy?* Treyond thought, unable to voice his concerns for fear that Shane might kill him on the spot.
"I have no idea, young master," Treyond said, trying to maintain his composure.
"Tell your young mistress not to worry about the birth control pills; she won't get pregnant," Shane said as he walked out, leaving Treyond standing there.