Page 101 of The Last Necromancer
"No reason an asylum can't do the same thing," Gillingham said. "They have effective methods for studying patients."
"She will remain here," Fitzroy said. "Where I can keep an eye on her."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Lady Harcourt said. "This is a house full of men, for one thing."
Gillingham snorted. "You're worried about the virtue of a vile little whoring necromancer? My dear lady, there is no need for charity in this instance. The girl is an aberration."
"That is quite enough," Lady Harcourt snipped. "She is a human being, and an attractive girl. Living with a group of men is asking for trouble."
"I would hope, Julia, that you know me better than to think I would allow something unfortunate to befall her under my own roof." Fitzroy's frosty words were followed by silence.
The door suddenly opened and I fell backward onto my bottom. Fitzroy towered above me, blocking my view. I couldn't see anything past him, but more importantly, the others couldn't see past him to me either.
He shut the door, reached down and grabbed my arm. He hauled me up and marched me toward the service area at the back of the house. His grip was hard but not bruising, but his strides were long and I had difficulty keeping up. He didn't slow his pace as we passed Seth and Gus, carrying trays and linens. They stared at us, but didn't ask for an explanation. Perhaps Fitzroy's glower silenced them.
He marched me out to the rear courtyard, but didn't stop until we reached the orchard where he finally let me go. I rubbed my arm and glared at him. He glared back.
"Hear enough?" he snapped.
"I was only there a moment."
"Liar."
I bristled. "Very well. I heard sufficient to know that Lord Gillingham wants me dead, the others think I ought to be exiled, and you want to dissect my brain for science."
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Surely he couldn't be smiling at me. I had been entirely serious. "Your brain will be safe from me."
"So, you have decided. Will they abide by your decision?"
"Yes. The real question is, will you?"
I blinked at him. "It's not as if I have too many other choices."
"There is always a choice."
"Then I choose to stay."
A few heartbeats passed before he said, "You haven't asked me what you'll do here."
"Very well. What will I do? Aside from be your scientific experiment."
"Be my maid. There'll be a great deal of work. It won't be easy. I require you to dust, mop the floors, do the laundry—"
"I know what a maid does, and I accept the position. I don't expect to live on your charity. I'll work hard. You won't regret the decision."
"I never have regrets."
"Lucky you."
"Don't agree, yet. Not without knowing everything."
"Everything? Are there rooms I've yet to see that are filled with mud?"
"I meant everything about me."
"I know you'll be difficult to live with." I tilted my chin, daring him to counter me. He didn't. "I know you have terrible moods, and I'll do best to avoid you when you're in a temper."
His eyes narrowed. "I admit that I have a temper, but I think I'm able to keep it in check."
