Rhys

Hope’s eyes follow Lina until she disappears between the stacks, the faint rustle of her skirts fading into silence. The moment she’s gone, I turn my attention back to the lady seated before me.

She looks serene—too serene. That alone tells me she’s hiding something.

“You seem rather fond of that servant,” I say finally, keeping my tone neutral.

Hope lifts her gaze, cool and unreadable. “She’s diligent and respectful. I value competence.”

I fold my arms across my chest. “Competence is one thing. Familiarity is another. Don’t let her get too comfortable.”

Her brow arches. “You think I’m in danger of being outshone by a kitchen maid?”

“That’s...