Chapter 1
Keili halted, hardly daring to believe what she saw. But how could she mistake that build, that face, those stunning blue eyes?
He had hardened while she was away. His face bore lines of maturity and those once fun-loving eyes held evidence of terrible things seen. But when he saw her, his face spread in that familiar grin, and she thought she would faint.
Immediately, all those feelings she had kept buried for so long sprang up again. She found herself reliving her memories of him - walking and talking together in the palace, visiting him in the guard house, dancing at the balls... the list went on and on.
He came up, and stopped in front of her. She felt her face slipping into that mask of calm indifference. But in her breast, her heart was pounding.
"Mykel," she said, surprised her voice was steady. She forced herself to let go of her skirts.
"Walk with me," he said. Briefly, she checked his cloak. Sure enough, the knots of rank stood out on his shoulder. He had the voice of and officer, someone who expected to be obeyed.
"I have things to do," she said in a tone that should have frozen the waters. She had left, and he flew to the first pretty vixen he found.
Keili halted, hardly daring to believe what she saw. But how could she mistake that build, that face, those stunning blue eyes?
He had hardened while she was away. His face bore lines of maturity and those once fun-loving eyes held evidence of terrible things seen. But when he saw her, his face spread in that familiar grin, and she thought she would faint.
Immediately, all those feelings she had kept buried for so long sprang up again. She found herself reliving her memories of him - walking and talking together in the palace, visiting him in the guard house, dancing at the balls... the list went on and on.
He came up, and stopped in front of her. She felt her face slipping into that mask of calm indifference. But in her breast, her heart was pounding.
"Mykel," she said, surprised her voice was steady. She forced herself to let go of her skirts.
"Walk with me," he said. Briefly, she checked his cloak. Sure enough, the knots of rank stood out on his shoulder. He had the voice of and officer, someone who expected to be obeyed.
"I have things to do," she said in a tone that should have frozen the waters. She had left, and he flew to the first pretty vixen he found.