Angel's POV
"Come on," I said, touching Agnes's arm. "Let's get you cleaned up first before breakfast."
Agnes followed me quietly, her eyes focused on the door. She did not look at Merrick. She did not look at Terrell.
I could only imagine how much embarrassment she must be feeling right now.
But that didn't stop me from pressing my lips together very firmly.
"I can hear you not laughing," she said, without looking back.
"I'm not doing anything."
***
I got her back to the room and sat her down. Then I went back to the door and flagged the first maid I found in the corridor, asking for hot water and breakfast both, as quickly as could be managed.
When I came back in, Agnes was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her hands.
"Food is coming," I said. "Freshen up first. I'll have hot water sent up…"
"You just left," Agnes said.
"I went to the door."
"You said you'd bring food yourself."
