"If you fail to provide for my rank, I will tear this den apart stone by stone," Thea threatened, her voice low and dangerous.
The maid retreated with a darkened aura. Thea quietly shadowed her, pressing her ear against the heavy oak door of the study. She could hear the muffled vibrations of a remote communication between the maid and Nathan.
"Master, this female is impossible to domesticate."
Nathan couldn't fathom a rebellious Thea; in his memory, she had always been a submissive stray, grateful for any scrap. He growled at the maid for her perceived incompetence. "She was a scullery maid in my home, capable of any labor! How difficult can it be to leash her?"
The maid relayed the extravagant demands. "Sir, she demands King Crab, abalone, and fresh marrow. She insists on bathing in
