Well," Ethan said finally, taking a step backward. "I should get back before the training master starts looking for me."
"That would be wise."
He pointed at me.
"And you."
I sighed.
"What now?"
"Stay out of trouble."
"I don't look for trouble."
Ethan barked out a laugh.
"That's exactly what someone who constantly finds trouble would say."
I rolled my eyes.
"I have to go deliver these herbs to the kitchens."
"Fine." He started walking away before glancing back over his shoulder. "Be careful, Ruby."
The teasing was gone from his voice.
For a moment, he sounded genuinely serious.
My chest warmed slightly.
"I will."
Only when he disappeared down the corridor did I continue on my way.
The Pack House was like a maze.
Long stone hallways twisted around one another. Servants rushed past carrying baskets of vegetables, folded linens, and trays of food.
Fortunately, I had been here enough times growing up to know where the kitchens were.
