He’d ordered her to wait in his room but hadn’t given her permission to lie down. She’d waited and worried until the compounding weight of her fears had exhausted her. She had intended to close her eyes for one moment…“I’m so sorry, Commander.” Apprehension thickened her throat. She’d witnessed what he was capable of. He had tossed Corren about with the same ease with which she shook out the rag she used to scrub the floors. She’d rattled dinner plates, stumbled, and upended the tart in front of an audience of two Alphas of the High Council and their betas. And now she’d been caught sleeping. “I did not mean to spill on Corren.” She wrung her hands.His chest rose and fell on a sigh. “You did nothing wrong. I intended for you to drop the tart. I just failed to anticipate it would land where it did.”Her jaw went the way of the pie. Corren frequently had caused her to blunder so he could punish her, but the Commander never had. When she had tripped over his foot, she’d assumed it was an accident on his part and clumsiness on hers.
