Chapter 597: General Skullic - Part 4

"Daemon," she said to him. "You're making my job impossible."

He looked firmly at her, about to refute, only to melt under the force of her irritation. "You don't have to do it… I've already pointed that out."

"Don't use that as an excuse," Mary said, "we've had this conversation more than once. I'm not having it again, especially not in front of your… guests."

She only seemed to remember then that Oliver was there, for she bowed to him, a full ninety-degree bow, like a proper maid addressing the master of the house. Still, it felt inappropriate now. It was hard to pinpoint her as a normal maid at all. She didn't even tie up her hair as normal maids did, and merely let it stream all the way down her back towards her waist, a whole black river of it.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ser Patrick. I have heard great things," she said.