Chapter 17: Between the PartitionsI hate it when he does this. He’s been watching me for days—ever since the night of the gala. It’s like he’s trying to figure out any and all information that he can just by observing my behavior. I don’t look at him. I can’t, because if I do, the firm resolve that I’m building might crumble the slightest bit, and I’ll be vulnerable to the softness that he makes me feel.
Butlers aren’t supposed to be this way. We’re supposed to be unyielding—unemotional, responsible. We’re not supposed to fall for the people we serve—we’re not supposed to care for them beyond our duties. I’ve already gone miles past the line that was very clearly drawn, and Jaime is standing at the finish with his arms wide open while I try to claw my way back toward where I’m supposed to
