Page 106 of Crewel (Crewel World 1)

The maid curtsies once and heads back towards the food gens, but I catch her rolling her eyes at another girl, who giggles. One look at my face and the smile drops from hers, and she rushes back to work. They must hate me.

Jost peeks around a door in the back and his eyes widen a bit, but he keeps his expression blank. He exchanges some words with the maid I sent and then walks towards me.

‘Can I help you?’ he asks. There’s not even a hint of friendliness in his voice.

‘Yes, I need your services,’ I say, gesturing to indicate that he should follow.

‘I can send one of my men with you,’ he offers, his eyes flat. ‘I have other responsibilities. I’m not here for your amusement.’

‘I was specifically told to get you,’ I repeat.

A few of the girls around us slow their work to eavesdrop on our exchange.

‘In the future, you can use a companel to send for assistance,’ Jost says, turning to leave me.

‘I don’t think I’ll be needing assistance in the future.’

This stops him. To the others I’m sure my angry words sound spoiled and petty, but Jost knows me too well to dismiss them – even if he wants to.

‘Lead the way,’ he says with a sigh.

In the stairwell, I stop him. ‘We need to talk.’

‘I’m listening,’ he says, crossing his arms against his chest.

‘Somewhere private,’ I whisper.

Jost unfolds his arms and takes a deep breath. A muscle twitches in his neck, but he nods and takes me down to the basement. As we duck through a second door, I recognise the cold paving stones.

‘It’s been too long,’ I murmur, trailing my hand along the moist rock wall that makes up the cell area.

Jost leads me into a cell and pulls out a small handlight. It casts a harsh glow in the room. He leans against a wall and raises one eyebrow.

‘I know I hurt you—’

‘No,’ he says. ‘I can tell by the way you say it. You don’t know, Adelice.’

‘I was protecting you.’ I move closer to him.

‘I don’t need you to protect me.’

‘You’re such a man. Can’t trust a girl do anything.’

I try to turn away, but he catches my wrist.

‘I don’t need you to protect me,’ he repeats softly. ‘I need you to trust me.’

‘I do trust you, idiot,’ I snap.

‘Then let me in,’ he says, pulling me closer.

‘There’s more going on here than you and me,’ I say, inhaling the smell of him – smoke and sweat, something sweet like honeysuckle. I want to pull the strands around us and trap us like this forever. Safe and content, if not happy. I’m not sure happiness is possible for us any more.

‘Maybe,’ he whispers into my hair. ‘But that’s their problem. We need to worry about you and me.’

‘There can’t be a you and me here,’ I say. My whole body is cocooned in his arms, and I press my head to his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat.

‘Here is all we have,’ he says, drawing my face up to meet his eyes. The electri