"You shouldn't antagonize him," Ivy murmurs, in a voice so low I almost miss it.
I lift my head from the dough I'm kneading and meet the eyes of the dark-haired woman standing opposite me. The kitchen, as usual, is filled with the scents of baking bread from the first loaves we worked on this morning.
"He shouldn't antagonize me," I whisper, glancing at some of the other women spread around the kitchen, busy with their own tasks.
Ordinarily, I'd care a lot more about keeping my voice down, but not today, not after meeting with Nolan the night before. And especially not with the guilt that tormented me all night because of what I nearly agreed to.
Although I hope none of the six women would go to Nolan with what I'm saying, I know I'm an outsider here. Nolan has already proven to be the type who rewards people for being on his good side and punishes those on his bad.
"You are new here," Ivy breathes, as she kneads dough with firm strokes.
