Mateo spoke ill of Father and Alpha Tomas? To be honest, I knew quite well how capable he was of what he was accused of.
Mateo was fearless and bold enough to say anything.
Letizia looked like she had swallowed a lemon. "Are you in trouble?"
"Not yet," Mateo muttered. "But I might be soon."
The line went dead.
A heavy silence settled between us.
Letizia slowly lowered the phone, her expression ugly with worry. "What could he have done?"
Giulia snorted. "You tell us! You're the one who said he had high morals."
"Don't start," Letizia snapped, rubbing her temples. "This doesn't make sense."
Nothing about this made sense.
And yet, for the first time since waking up in the servants' quarters, I felt the slightest ember of satisfaction in my chest. Mateo was detained.
Good.
Maybe Camilla would rip out his teeth one by one. Maybe she'd squeeze out his dirty little secrets the way he had tried to squeeze his way into my life, my room, my bed.
