Aveline turned away again.
Ahead, several servants and guards stood along the corridor. One guard instinctively moved to block her path, until his eyes landed on Theron behind her. Immediately, he stepped aside and bowed deeply.
Aveline rolled her eyes.
Theron was obviously someone important. Important enough that guards stepped aside the instant they saw him, even dressed only in a night robe with his hair still tousled from sleep.
And yet somehow, despite all that power, he still could not simply keep her by his side. Instead, he kept passing her around like some troublesome responsibility he did not want to deal with personally.
"Little hare…"
Theron finally caught up to her, his hand settling lightly against her shoulder.
Aveline froze.
That voice—soft, familiar, careful—only made her angrier. What was the point of sounding so gentle when he insisted on keeping distance between them?
"I'm leaving," she declared as she turned to face him.
