LEAH'S HEART SPRINTED. If this man possessed the power to make a rocking chair glide across the room with such ease, what else was he capable of? And would she be witness to or victim of those unseen forces?
She felt a pricking sensation shoot through her head as he glowered at her. Ignoring the pain, putting it down to hunger and the lump above her brow, she ate in silence.
A few minutes later she took the last sip of tea, setting the crystal mug back on the silver tray and wiping her mouth with the cream-colored linen napkin. “Thank you.” She looked at him and noticed he seemed guarded.
“As I said, it was nothing.” He pointed a finger at the tray and it immediately obeyed his unspoken command, gliding to the nightstand where it set itself down gently.
“No, I guess not,” she whisper
