Chapter 11

Whenever she looked at him, Johanna’s heart raced, and she felt impossibly small and powerless. To be sitting here, speaking with the man she had only ever admired from afar… it felt so unreal, she wondered if she was dreaming. “It was not as difficult to adjust as I thought it would be,” she managed to say. “Adaptability is a virtue. I like that.” The corners of his mouth curved into a smooth smile. The stark contrast between his jet-black hair, which seemed to catch the light with a bluish sheen, and his pale skin gave the expression a strangely decadent quality. “Why did you apply?”