I frowned at the strange words he’d said. ‘Not now.’
Why is he saying it like that?
“He’s harmless.” I added slowly.
Bodin’s fury flared, and he rounded the bed to stalk toward me. His rage seemed to consume the air from the room. Making it seem far too small. He caught my upper arms. “What is wrong with you?”
“What are you talking about?” I hissed up at him. Trying to finch away from his unrelenting grip.
“Do you not recall the pantry at all?”
“When he was pinching the maid?”
“Pinching?” Bodin asked baffled. “The maid? He was trying to do far more than that! To you. Not a maid.”
My gaze fell as I recalled it. “I opened the pantry and saw him pinching the maid.”
“Why do you think he was pinching her?” Bodin asked outraged. His chest heaving.
I eyed him cautiously. Sensing I was treading dangerous ground. “I asked her later what he’d done to make her cry.”