“What is Ulfare like?”
“Cold.”
“Is it? That’s interesting.”
Kent did not respond. I could not help stealing a quick glance in his direction. The man was brutal. I felt sorry for Sally, and uncomfortable to witness all of that, but to be completely honest, I was glad he had rejected her.
“Milady, are you cold?” Kent suddenly referred to me and I looked back at him in confusion.
“A little.”
“Sally, it would be better for you to bring a shawl for milady,” he said, and I could sense a faint blush on my cheeks.
“Milady, do you mind waiting for me here?” Sally did not appear at all happy.
“No, not at all.”
With a last parting glance in my guard’s direction, Sally rushed toward the palace.
“You stopped taking it, didn’t you?” he asked in a low voice.
I lifted my gaze to him, too flustered to say a word.
“Be careful. Don’t let them see it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You look different. Too alert. Your eyes are less hazy.”
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.
“Think of me as a friend who has your best interests in mind.”
“But you’re not my friend.”
Kent stayed quiet, watching me.
“I brought you something.”
With those words, he produced a leather bound book from the inside pocket of his suit.
I looked at him in awe, when he handed me the book.
“What is it?”
“You said that Molly doesn’t bring you anything good to read.”
“You mean Sally?”
“Hm?”
“Never mind. Thank you.” I looked back at him, accepting the gift.
For the shortest of moments, my fingers brushed against his and a scorching heat painted my cheeks.
“I really loved this book when I was growing up,” he said.
My mind was filled with confusion, as if him touching me was something more than it really was. Trying to conceal my embarrassment, I traced my fingers along the title that read,‘The Hollows Of Swan Pass’. One thought bounced around in my head; he used to read it when he was younger.
