A sudden, unspoken sensation stirred within Caelith's heart.
She lifted her head, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Rhaegar stood at the entrance, his figure half-veiled in moonlight, his gaze fixed firmly upon her.
There was no telling how long he had been there.
Her heartbeat faltered, skipping a beat.
"Rhaegar…?"
Lucas, too, looked up. Upon seeing him, he rose and bowed his head in greeting.
"Lord Thorne."
Rhaegar gave no reply.
He stepped forward, his movements slow, until he finally reached the table. His gaze swept once over the open account books, then briefly toward the sleeping Yvaine, before finally settling upon Caelith's face.
"What are you doing?"
His voice was calm—so calm that no trace of emotion could be discerned behind it.
Caelith rose to her feet. "Lord Ostenton was teaching me some matters of running a shop."
