Chapter 133 Enduring Punishment
- Still more than half asleep, Layla got out of bed, her hair disheveled, her silk nightdress clinging to her warm body. Pulling open the door, she said, "What is it? Is the ship sinking?"
- "No," Alfred's eyes swept over her and returned grimly to her face, his jaw clenched. "Who gave you permission to go to bed before you had finished the job I gave you?"
- "But I cleaned the galley," she protested.