“All these years I’ve been waiting for you to throw yourself into my arms again. And now you finally have.”
He always made her smile and this was no exception. He pushed off the rail, straightened his coat and pushed a handful of hair back from his forehead using his strong fingers like a giant comb.
“And where are you rushing off to so fast?”
“I have a man to see.”
His face fell so completely that she moved toward him and rested a hand upon his chest.
“I promise ye this man is truly a man I must visit, but na more than that.” Even as she spoke, the emotions were confusing. Why was such a promise necessary? And why was her hand not shaking as it rested over his heart? The rest of her was. Badly. Lenore was on the loose in Chartres. She had to find out the latest news from Sten.
“I’ll
