Rosalind smiled at the man she had been waiting for these past few days. He looked just the same—unchanged since the day he left.If there was anything different, it was the faint weariness etched into that handsome face of his.
She gently tightened her grip on her own hands and led Dorian toward the dining room."Have you been riding all day, my lord? Your hands feel like they're about to freeze."
He looked at her, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips."I was in a hurry..." he leaned close to her ear, whispering just loud enough for only the two of them to hear.
"I missed you."
Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, time stilled, and her fingers trembled where they curled against her palm. She looked at him again, uncertain, hoping and afraid all at once.
"You must be joking again..."
Even in the flickering glow of the candelabras lining the hallway, Dorian could still see the faint blush rising on her cheeks.It made his smile deepen.
