Chapter Twenty Three

Moments passed by before Margaret knocked on my door and entered the room. She tilted her head and leaned against the door frame.

Her demeanor seemed defensive and rather confused. After my episodes when I was younger, it was hard for her to trust me, especially after the death of Frederick.

“Where were you last night? Your bed wasn’t slept in. I hope you weren’t doing any of that hero stuff. Young lady, you know where I stand on that stuff. I don’t care what Rodger had you here for and whatever he trained you for, when you are under my roof, you will be following my rules. Understand?”

Anger began to poison my heart and I looked away from her, I tried to compose myself but the room began to shake as my emotions began to get the better of me. I whimpered softly as my breathing began to accelerate.