Chapter 41

Lily cursed under her breath as her feet slapped against the cold stone floors, her skirts hitched high enough to give her room to move but not high enough to scandalize any nosy onlookers. She wasn't about to lose this argument—not to Elena, of all people.

"You're not fit to clean her chambers," Elena snapped, rushing to match Lily's pace. "She'll have you crying in minutes. Why don't you scurry off and polish the silver? That's more your speed."

Lily tossed her a sharp glare, her dark hair bouncing with each step. "And leave the task to you? The same Elena who cried last week because a man didn't call her 'lady'? Oh, yes, she'll respect you."

Elena's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "I didn't cry. It was—dust in my eyes."

"Of course it was." Lily shot her a smirk, but her expression hardened when she noticed Elena edging closer to her. "Stay back."