“I didn’t ask for your defense,” Arthur snapped.

Heat rose in her cheeks, but she swallowed the retort she wanted to make. Arthur looked at her as though expecting tears, excuses, or fear. When none came, his jaw tightened in frustration.

“You may leave early today,” he said, turning away.

Mrs. Gordon appeared behind him, alarmed by the sudden command. “Sir,” she began, but Arthur cut her off.

“I said she may leave. Now.”

Maya untied her apron slowly and set it on the library table. “Of course, Mr. Penhaligon,” she said, walking out with her back straight.