Matilda slowed to a stop when they were sufficiently out of the master wing, her complexion pale.
"Why didn't you arrange for that Omega to never be allowed in?" She demanded of Arthur.
The butler looked worse off, sweat beading on his brow. Not only had his arch nemesis returned but he had also managed to piss the Master off.
"He wasn't supposed to come back," Arthur bit back, his mood just as sour as Matilda's
While they pointed fingers at each other, Savannah and Natasha stood off to the side, Savannah's friend looking like she had something to say.
"But yet, he did," Matilda said through pressed lips, fighting the urge to tear out her hair.
It was almost like the thieving, gold-digging Omega had a mole inside the mansion.
Because nothing else could explain why he had shown up right at the height of Davian's rut.