“What the fuck are you doing, Savannah?” I crane my neck to look at her as she answers. “What? I didn’t do anything. She fell.” When their irate expressions don’t budge, she scoffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “What the hell do you care? She’s just your maid.” “Yeah,” Lincoln answers, his voice low. “My maid. So don’t fucking break her. Unless you want to come clean my house?”
