I couldn’t imagine anything King Detry could possess that’d make Warlord cave to his whims. I stared into his blue eyes and saw only resignation and pain.
Who’d have thought he was capable of pain.
“Why’d you save me?” I blurted. Reaching up to catch a handful of wet dark hair. Surprised at his thickness as I pushed it back behind his ear to better see him. Despite that he was now clothed, that dense mane still hung in heavy straight strands, dampening his shirt.
A flick of his hand could dry it instantly.
What am I doing touching him?
The look on his face was nearly as startled as I was sure mine was.
Why’d I move his hair? It was such an achingly intimate gesture.
To try and read him. I could admit I’d been having a hard time with that since I’d gotten here. Nothin
