Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 70

ABBIE POV

Tyson sat next to Oliver near the pantry, the boys playing with their mini dump trucks that they were running over cookies with while I helped do the dishes with one of the other servants. Clarice had bitched me out real good for being down here. Eventually gave in, and I had been down here for a few hours helping prepare food for the guards and royals while also preparing the servants’ dinner.

I also found something soothing about cleaning or cooking. It was a task that occupied the mind, one that had an end result that could be seen. It was better than the thoughts that usually occupied my mind or, more like haunted it. Ghost of fragmented and distorted memories, twisted and wicked as they forced me to relive the past repeatedly.

I supposed to the other servants here I looked like a madwoman wanting to be a servant, but it was better than being me. Better than being Abbie. Nobody wanted to her, you, as Mrs. Daley would say.

Yet here, being a servant was like being invisible. We were the ghosts that cleaned and moved about the castle, sneaking into rooms before quickly leaving. Servants are the shadows of our master. We lived with routine and repetition, no thinking, just working, my mind separated from my body as it handled the task it was told to do. Muscle memory takes over, and I no longer exist. I just float within myself as I move from task to task.

Apparently, Gannon had told Clarice he doesn’t want me working now that I have Tyson. Yet he made it perfectly clear that Tyson was no longer welcome. Therefore, I was not. What he also didn’t realize was working was the only peace I have known. I needed to work, wanted to work

her and peered down to see where she was putting me and which floor I would be working on. I hoped for my usual floor since it was our quarters, and

up there anyway.” I laugh, and Clarice sighs, chewing on the end of

you on this roster,” she says, tapping

snarls, making me jump. Turning around, I spot him at the entryway. Gannon storms through the kitchen and passes me while looking for

face me before stalking toward me. He was furious. Did the servant wake

the tone of his voice was one I had never had directed at me before. And it shook

All I saw was his hand coming toward me, hyper-focused on it for mere seconds, and it was all I could see besides the fury on his face. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my body tenses, a noise I wasn’t sure I made or someone else did sounds around me. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could hear it

as I wait for the familiar feel of my hair being ripped out. Waiting for my head to

falling heavily on my shoulder. I flinch at the contact, expecting claws, but instead.

know when I dropped to the floor or when I lifted my hands to cover my head. I

on his face, how my stomach sank, sending my body into a cold sweat,

see him right in front of me, but my body expected was not registering that this man was not Kade.

off. Tyson was sucking his thumb. watching me with a strange