Atticus’ gaze flicked between the two beauties, trying to read what had happened between them without great success. Fiona was frightened of Zara. Moreso than she usually was. Was this petty squabbling or something more serious? And how could he settle it? Would it be out of line to get involved? He was not a whore – not in their eyes. They might not listen to him. By ‘they’ he knew he meant Zara. Perhaps he should go to Master Ryan about it? Yes, and then break what trust lay between himself and the pair.<br/><br/>He held off a sigh and nodded understanding at Fiona. “My legs could do with the stretching –“ he began, but stopped at Zara smacked down the bottle and half snarled some insincere pleasantries. Why was she so petulant? She was usually in such good spirits after a day of fucking. He had thought she truly enjoyed the work – but perhaps today was just off.<br/><br/>She vanished back to her piano – he doubted anyone else in the House would dare even touch the instrument – and looked at Fi. “Still want that walk, or shall we stay?”<br/>