Saved By The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 38

Tyson sits next to Oliver near the pantry, the boys are playing with their mini dump trucks that they are running over cookies with while I help do the dishes with one of the other servants. Clarice bitched me out real good for being down here. Eventually, giving in, and I have been down here for a few hours helping prepare food for the guards and royals while also preparing the servants’ dinner.

I also find something soothing about cleaning or cooking. It is a task that occupies the mind, one that has an end result that can be seen. It is better than the thoughts that usually occupy my mind or, more like haunt it. Ghost of fragmented and distorted memories, twisted and wicked as they force me to relive the past on a never ending loop.

I suppose the other servants here look at me like I am a madwoman wanting to be a servant, but it is better than being me. Better than being Abbie. Nobody wants her, me, as Mrs. Daley would say.

Yet here, being a servant is like being invisible. We are the ghosts who clean and about the castle, sneaking into rooms before quickly leaving. Servants are the shadows of our master. We live with routine and repetition, no thinking, just working, my mind separated from my body as it handles the task it was told to do. Muscle memory takes over, and I no longer exist. I just float within myself as I move from task to task.

Apparently, Gannon told Clarice he doesn’t want me working now that I have Tyson. Yet he made it perfectly clear that Tyson was no longer welcome. Therefore, I am not. What he also doesn’t realize is that working is the only peace I have known. I need to work, I want to work.

Clarice grabs the roster down from off the wall, looking for a spot to place me on. Drying my hands on a tea towel, I move toward her and peer down to see where she is putting me and which floor I will be working on. I hoped for my usual floor since it was our quarters, and I could have Tyson with me. Or maybe with Azalea.

“I can go back to my old post. I live up there, anyway,” I laugh, and Clarice sighs, chewing on the end of her pen. She sets it down and looks up at me.

“Abbie, Gannon will lose his head if I put you on this roster,” she says, tapping it with her index finger.

“Which is why you won’t be!” Gannon snarls, making me jump. Turning around, I spot him at the entryway. Gannon storms through the kitchen and passes me while looking for Tyson. Tyson instantly jumps to his feet across the room at the sound of his voice.

Gannon glares at me as he passes me, moving across the room, and scoops him up. The room falls quiet, and I glance around nervously as he turns to face me before stalking toward me. He is furious. Did the servant wake him? I told her to just set it on the table so she didn’t wake him. I knew I should have taken it up. I know how to move around that floor silently.

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