“No, ma’am.”

“Then why are you speaking?”

Rosamund lowered her eyes.

Not in submission — Chadworth could see it even on a monitor, even in that resolution.

She lowered her eyes because holding a furious person’s gaze escalates them, and she was managing the room.

“I only wanted to say they hadn’t done anything.”

“You don’t get to decide what they’ve done.” Sabina took a step closer.

“Do you know what you are in this house?