Chapter 75

The thing about work is that it makes time go by fast.

Two months later came the first fruits of spring. Snow only remained in the corners left by shadows, the trees were in buds or bloom, and daffodils played their silent trumpets at every turn of the grounds next to the rainbow of tulips.

The training uniform for Gus came as a simple off white tunic with a dark blue vest that would be used for formal occasions. He'd managed to break his new boots in quite well and had finally lost the knobbly frown, which would forever be my mark of whether he was too skinny. I'd cut his hair to a length that just brushed the top of his ears. Very swishy. We like the swish. Especially when one had metallic silver hair that glinted in the light.

"I won't bring lunch for the first few days," I said as I tugged the bottom of his tunic for the third time. "So you have time to settle in."

He smacked my hands aside. "Stop fussing. If you're worried about how I look, check my eyes."