8
“Please, you mustn’t kill it,” Letty begged Adam.
Adam’s curved silver fishhook paused before it could pierce the wriggling worm. His wife gazed at him from the other end of the boat where they floated on the water of the moat that surrounded Chilgrave Castle.
“I fear that I must,” he chuckled. “You realize that even if I don’t hook him, he shall still be eaten by a fish?”
Letty sighed. “Then do it, but know that I am saddened.”
Adam had to work not to laugh at her adorable, childish pout. He hastily prepared the worm and then cast the line far away into the water before handing the pole to her. She accepted it, and while he focused on his hook, he could sense her studying him. He pretended not to notice.
“Why did you want to take me fishing?” she asked.
“Why?” He cast his line ou
