Chapter 757

A group of villagers approached the house and knocked on the door. Andrew opened it. Given his natural air of authority, his presence immediately took the wind out of the villagers' sails. Their confidence faltered. After some hesitation, Isaac Porter, a middle-aged man with mud-stained pants, stepped forward and said, "Uh, is Melina home? We've got something to talk to her about." "She's sleeping," Andrew replied lightly, blocking the doorway. "If you have something to say, you can tell me." "It's the middle of the day. Everyone else is working. What's she doing sleeping? Just call her out for a moment. We only need a quick word. Surely it's not too much to ask to see her when we've come all this way." Melina was already awake but had no intention of getting up. She lay in bed, listening to the conversation, and rolled over, making herself more comfortable. Andrew's expression darkened slightly, and his tone sharpened. "This is her home. She can rest whenever she wants. Is th