Crushing my lips on hers...
Liyah's POV
"I can't do it," I pleaded with Margaret as she sat on the bed, a mischievous smile on her face. She had finally told me her name and it was much better than referring to her as 'the Healer'.
"Well, you surely can't say that to him," She sighed, patting my back. "You can picture it as a job, you know? One of your chores, then get it over with."
I buried my head in my hands. "It's not fair, neither is it my fault. I mean, no one told me to stay away from that area of the house today. Why do I have to take the blame for even things that aren't my fault?"
She only sighed as a response. "I understand, child. But we can't do anything about it now. He has been chasing this client for as long as I can remember. And now he has him in his grip I'm sure he won't let anything stop him. He's going to throw a tantrum if anything ruins this."