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The fire burned in the hearth. She lit a candle and left in search of Sam.
Sam nowhere to be seen. In truth, a quietude filled the manor. No servants, no kin, no bustling, no noise.
The place lay deserted as if everyone had migrated to another land.
Her feet roamed the halls, the rooms, her steps echoed around her. In the kitchen, she picked on food displayed on the table. Food that the absent servants would serve in the feast. But she found not a soul to ask what happened.
At a loss what to make of it, she walked back up to her chambers.
The only sign of life showed light under his door.
Who else?
She knocked.
CHAPTER TEN
And lost her voice somewhere down her throat. Dry throat. When, in a decisive movement, the door opened.
Taran stood in the door frame, shirt, tartan. And nothing else. Tall, tousled coal hair, broad shoulders.
Behind him, in his chambers, on an escritoire, open ledgers, a candle; fire in the hearth cast a tepid light in the room.
Their eyes clasped together, and she forgot how to utter words completely. She should not have come. Should have waited until morning. Should have waited forever.
Those green beacons bored down in her, fixed, silent. Insistent.
Long minutes passed before she could gather wisps of wits.
“W-where is everybody?” She stammered, wide gaze still on him.
“It was going to be our wedding night, so I gave everyone the day off work.” His attention continued to ensnare her, bind her. Blind her to anything beyond him.
Her mouth formed an ‘oh’, her fingers twisted in front of her and she realised she possessed no ability to stop fidgeting. Though her gaze exhibited the perfect ability to remain fast up on him. And his on hers.
These feet must move, she ordered them. They rebelled. Her person planted as a tree in front of his chamber. Glare devouring him.
At last her feet unglued from the planks. But to move in the wrong direction. Towards his blasted door.
As if on cue, he gave way. It was like a magnetic field had engulfed them.
This heart of hers sprang on an unending race.
Her other foot stepped forward too, even if her eyes continued gripped up on him as if in a trance.
Another step and she came past the threshold.
Her insides washed in heat.
One more step. What was she doing, for pity’s sake?
This door closed with a flick of his long strong fingers.
The same which covered her nape and pulled her to him in a scorching kiss.
A sound trapped on her throat with the onslaught of sensation the simple gesture unleashed in her.
Then all burst into movement.
