Five minutes passed.
I stared at the thin film of snow on the ground, calmer and more at peace.
“Allan?” His voice.
I turned my head in his direction, seeing him walk up to me.
Davinder wore a long wool coat, fitted at the waist—a sort of officer’s coat. He was still long and elegant—dashing as ever. His face looked exactly the way I’d remembered it, but something in his eyes had changed. The fierceness was gone. In its place was gentleness.
And I’d forgotten his walk—the cavalier manner about him. Oh, but I remembered all of it now.
It flooded my body with sensations I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a decade.
“Allan.” He said my name again, and for a moment I thought he’d kiss me or hug me, but his features twisted into an expression of utmost pain. “Oh, Allan,” he said, covering
