But his face was pale, slick with sweat, and his breath came too fast—shallow and broken. Maya stepped closer despite his commands. “Are you having chest pain?”

He glared at her with intense frustration. “Do not touch me.”

“I studied nursing.”

That made him pause for a fleeting moment.

“Sit down. Right now,” she said, her voice shifting into a tone of command he’d never heard from a servant.

“I don’t take orders from you—”