Julian watched her carefully, reading every flicker of emotion across her face. "Good," he said, nodding once. "Now let the anger go."
"Let it go?" she repeated.
"Yes," he said simply. "Because anger will only earn you mistakes."
Bianca slowly exhaled, her shoulders loosening under his grip. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing softly against her skin as she drew in a deeper breath this time, then another.
The room seemed to settle with her. "I know what to do," she said finally. Julian's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
"There you are," he murmured, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His gaze lingered on her face before drifting downward, unconsciously, to her lips. "You look beautiful," he added.
Bianca's eyes opened. "I'm not even dressed yet, Julian," she said, glancing down at the robe loosely tied around her waist, one shoulder slipping just slightly as she shifted.
