Shiera appeared before him like a ghost summoned from his dreams, tall and thin as a spear, with silver hair and mismatched eyes and a sensual smile. Shiera appeared before him like a phantasm, her hands reached out, her face welcoming. "Brynden." Her lips sought his.
And despite the fact that his mouth still carried Aelinor's taste, Lord Rivers found himself weak to her charm. As always she twisted him around her fingers. A pang in his heart, regret on his mind; Brynden closed his eyes. Aelinor's image flashed in her mind. Something gave way, and he gently pushed Shiera from him.
"What is it?" she laughed, a bit surprised. "Have you not missed me, brother mine?"
"More than you know," Brynden replied. Because he had never found it easy to let go of anything, and especially hard when Shiera was concerned. Her lips to his had reminded him, even if very briefly, of what he was intending to let go.