She was startled. "You... why are you still here? I'm... uh... done."
She let out a dry laugh to hide her embarrassment.
Alaric Davenport's half-closed eyes opened fully. He stood up straight and sized her up, his gaze lingering on the hands she kept hidden behind her back. "Up this late? I thought you were trying to be a thief."
Rosalind Lowell's face flushed. 'My nightgown must be stained with blood. What will I do if he sees it…'
Alaric Davenport's gaze was direct, boring into her eyes. "A thief?"
"No! I..."
Rosalind felt trapped by his gaze, as if it laid her bare. She lowered her head, trying to hide her shyness.
Alaric Davenport glanced down and saw her smooth, bare feet directly on the cold tiles. He frowned. "This floor is freezing. Why are you barefoot?"
"It feels... comfortable." She offered an awkward smile.
