“I’ll be okay,” I promised. “Write to Caliza. Let her know I’m fine and what’s happening.”

Kiva nodded as I climbed into the carriage. “Good luck.”

* * *

At the bakery, a girl behind the counter made me wait while she found the woman from the day before. My fingers drummed heavily on my hip, and I kept glancing at the stairs to Caylus’s room. Was the Ambriellan leader already there?

“It’s my first day,” she apologized, noting my frustration.

The woman appeared from the back room. “He’s upstairs,” she said and waved me up.

At the top of the stairs, I waited for the locks to be undone. The door opened slowly, revealing one green eye and a band of tan skin, before Caylus opened the door entirely. He moved aside to let me in, then closed the door and redid the locks.

Caylus retreated toward the center island. He wore an apron over his tunic and pants, a strange lump in one of the pockets centered over his stomach. No one else was here.

“I made tea if you want some while we wait,” Caylus said quietly. Always quietly. Like he hoped no one would notice. Yet somehow, his voice still seemed strong, like the quiet rush of a stream that could easily become a river.

“Sure.” I slid onto one of the stools alongside the island. Caylus poured me a cup with unsteady hands, then set it on a saucer alongside a blueberry muffin, still warm from the oven. The lump over his stomach wriggled as he moved.

The tea had an earthy scent tinged with orange, and I breathed it in deep. “So what kinds of things are you expecting me to do as your assistant?” I asked.

Caylus leaned on the island but didn’t meet my gaze. His eyes kept flickering to my face, then away, and once again, I saw something achingly familiar in their green depths. “Cook, clean, kill spiders,” he said.

I stared at him.

“Joking,” he said. A smile split across my lips, and he added, “Small stuff. Measuring, writing, things you need…well, steady hands for.” His fingers curled around his cup of tea.

I thought of the scars along his fingers but didn’t ask. He hadn’t so much as looked at mine.

The lump over his stomach squirmed again, and a tiny white head poked out. The little kitten I’d seen downstairs crawled from the pocket and scaled Caylus’s chest to perch on his shoulder. He didn’t even seem to notice as he pushed away from the island, tea in hand. “I can show you the workshop?”

“What about the meeting?” I asked.

“She’ll be here soon.”

I followed him upstairs, the kitten balancing on his broad shoulders with ease. The stairs emptied onto a small landing with a door to the only room upstairs. Caylus pushed it open, and we stepped in.