CHAPTER FIFTEEN A New LordLily’s faith in my goodness spoke more about her trusting nature than my deservedness. Like her namesake, she’d put forth her stunning bloom without regard for the precariousness or vulnerability of its stem. The responsibility infused a heaviness into my soul.
“Este?” Sorrel twisted his fingers into a knot and pursed his lips before continuing. I tensed, expecting some i***t comment to hike my irritation to bursting point. “Do yer think I’m a fool?”
His question took my breath away, so close to the truth it made me ashamed. “No,” I lied. Then qualified it. “Not all the time.”
He nodded, as though I’d confirmed something he already knew. “Lily said I shouldn’t have been afraid of the chimneys. She said all the times I cried because I felt stuck were a waste of
