The two of them finally reached the front of the servant's quarters. The area was deathly quiet, as all the other Aethelgard staff had long since fallen into a deep sleep.
Javien stopped right in front of the simple wooden door. Slowly, he loosened his grip on the edge of Olivia's sleeve.
With that release, the warmth that had been coursing through her hand seemed to be pulled away, leaving behind a stinging cold that settled back into her palm.
Olivia, who had been busy lost in thought while eye-candy shopping at Javien's broad back, jolted as their steps came to a halt.
She quickly corrected her posture, standing before Javien while clutching both hands tightly in front of her apron.
Her face still bore traces of a reddish flush from the embarrassment of being caught staring at someone for so long in the dark.
"Ah!... we've arrived,"
Olivia whispered, her voice barely audible, anxious that she might wake the other servants in the adjacent rooms.
