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He nodded. “I never thought she would do something like this.”
“I will fix what I can. Expect me in half an hour.”
Solai left and picked up her daughter.
Syar smiled. “Bring your child.”
The woman nodded and said, “I will be there shortly.”
Syar and Reynaldo walked through the crowd, and the ferocious kitten was curled in a ball.
They walked back to the residence and went into Syar’s study, and Reynaldo sat at his own desk with her still in his arms. She was still shivering.
Reynaldo gave her his rough purr, and she chuckled.
He pressed his head to the fuzzy surface of her hair. “We need to wash your hair.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I will get on it.”
She squirmed to be let loose, but Reynaldo held her. Syar watched as she turned her head toward Reynaldo, and they kissed sweetly. He smiled, and Reynaldo guided her to her feet.
She said, “I am going to go take a shower.”
Reynaldo nodded to Syar. “You are shaking. I will help.”
Venetia looked at him for a long moment and then nodded. They left the office, and Syar composed a request for a new housekeeper and posted it on the community board.
He was amazed that his kitten could strike like that, but she had. The roar was impressive as well. Nearly as good as Reynaldo’s. He could still feel it in his bones.
He worked for ten minutes on administrative stuff when there was a soft knock. “Come in, Myele.”
The older woman that he had hired ten years ago was standing there. “Your Majesty?”
“Yes, Myele?”
“It has come to my attention that you have reposted my position.”
“Of course. Your duty is to see to the health and comfort of my guests, and you have not. In fact, you have ensured her humiliation and discomfort. That sounds like you have refused your contracted obligations. So, I am taking your actions as your resignation.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. You know I always hoped Fefee would be enough for Reynaldo.”
Syar looked at her. “This morning, you didn’t pull her from Reynaldo’s arms; you pulled her from mine.”
“She wasn’t in anyone’s arms. She was curled in a ball at the edge of the bed.” Her words were not a defense.
He looked at her. “So, you punished her for sleeping? Her nailbeds are shredded, her hair smells disgusting, and the soft fluff that I buried my face in is gone. Her nails have been abraded to paper thinness. Her skin is raw. She has been tortured.”
“She could have said something.” Myele sniffled.
“She did. You told them not to speak English. They ignored her because you asked them to.”
She opened and closed her mouth. Syar looked at her. “You can gather your things and go. One week from now, you can ask Venetia how she is doing and ask her if you can have your position back.”
“Your Majesty?”
“You heard me. Out.”
She stared, and the door opened behind her. Venetia moved like lightning and wrapped her hand around Myele’s neck as she whispered, “The king said to leave.”
