Fifteen
Catesby
There was no fear in her eyes when she danced with me. “Funny,” I said, “I thought you’d be trembling at my touch.”
“What for?” she asked.
“I’m certain my brother has filled your head with all sorts of lies about me,” I answered.
“Oh, my head was filled, but I made sure to leave room for thoughts of my own,” she told me, smiling.
I had seen her at the village of Grimm the day The Mating Season had started. She had seemed terrified. But there was a sort of fierceness in her now that I hadn’t seen before.
She tilted her head to the side. “You don’t want me here.”
I smiled. “How quick of you to realize that.”
“Well, I’m not so certain that I want to be here,” she told me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? The pretty dress and the
