Chapter 65

Fallon’s POV

The pounding on the door was all too familiar. I knew she was doing it intentionally to get a rise out of me.

Yanking the door open, I sure enough came face to face with Ursula. She eyed me in disgust; I returned the favor.

She spoke with her chin raised in arrogance. “Lady Isabelle has requested you get dressed to accompany her dress shopping.”

I took a second to process what I heard and that I heard right. “I’m a blood bag, not a maid. Why would I go dress shopping?”

Ursula’s huge eyes widened at me. “Whatever your mistress requests of you, you are to do it without asking senseless questions unless you would like to receive another punishment.”

I shut the door at her smiling face.

It must have been nearly an hour before I finally strolled to meet a fuming Isabelle. On seeing me, her eyes sparked with anger.

“You imbecile, how dare you keep me waiting till now?”

“I was getting dressed, Mistress.”

“For a