She hadn't expected to see him there, looking so dazzling in his leather travel attire. His hair was tousled and fell over his eyes in a way that made her stomach churn.
And his eyes… they were as intense as she remembered them.
They weren't smiling - not that she had expected them to be… but there was no hint of malice there.
Claire shook her head.
Why was she acting like she hadn't seen him for years and years?
They had spoken about two… or three days ago? How long ago was it? She wondered.
She started towards him, wondering if he had been waiting for her all the while.
Then out of nowhere, Garelle and her mother flocked around him and dragged him into the house.
She gritted her teeth.
They hadn't seen her, but she felt slighted.
But it was probably for the best. It would only fuel more rumours if they fought in such a public place, after all. He was bound to bring up her murderous tendencies and how she couldn't wait to throw herself into the arms of another man.
