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In Jeremi’s estate, only a select few trusted servants worked beneath him. While I liked them well enough, I couldn’t be sure of their reactions to Josselyn; so upon our hasty return I drew her a bath myself. She hadn’t so much as uttered a word in our presence, her name we gleaned from the contract. Now she huddled in Jeremi’s cloak on the floor of the bedroom, watching me intently while I filled the tub with hot water and a few drops of scented oils. I rolled up my sleeves and offered my hand to her. She stared at it warily.
“What…what will you do with me?” Josselyn’s first words to me were laced with terror. Her voice shook and her posture retreated from my extended arm.
“Well, my dear, I thought you might enjoy a bath first.” I sat down on the floor across from her, keeping the sa
