Chapter 22
- It was a simple interaction. I walked past a worker carrying warm linens, and the scent of lavender wafting off of them was calming. My linens didn’t smell like that, and I would like it if they did, so I stopped her.
- “Excuse me,” I said. “Do you work in the laundry?”
- “No, Luna,” the middle-aged woman said politely, “I’m one of the house maids. I might still be able to help you, though. What do you need?”