But in his heart, he knew that would never happen.
He would never allow that to happen.
“Why do you look at me that way?” she asked.
“What way is that?”
“Forlornly. You remind me of a child staring after something he thinks he can never have.”
Sin blinked and forced all the feelings from his body as he released her. He gently extricated himself from her and the temptation she offered. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”
“You do it quite a bit actually.”
“Well then, I shall have to be more careful, shan’t I?”
She leaned forward as if to impart a great secret. “I think you’ve spent way too much time trying to keep anyone from seeing your emotions.”
He snorted at her. “Except for you. You seem to be able to see into my thoughts with uncanny accuracy.”
“My father claimed it was my mother’s blood. Legend has it her family came from the fey folk.”
Sin looked away. “I don’t believe in such tales.”
“I figured as much. You strike me as a man who will only believe in what he can see or touch.”
“Exactly.”
“But you know, sometimes it’s what you don’t see that has the most power.”
“Meaning?”
“Love for one thing. It’s the most powerful thing on earth and yet you can’t see it or touch it. You can only feel it.”
He shook his head at her whimsical words. “Spoken like a true romantic spirit.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“Remember what you said. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see or touch.”
“So, you’ve never been in love?”
“Nay. You?”
“Never.”
“Then how do you know it’s so powerful?”
“Morna told me all about it. She has it for my father even though he’s been dead nigh on three years.”
Sin didn’t like the direction of their conversation, so he sought to distract her to more familiar and comfortable things. “I’m sorry about your father. How did he die?”
“It was an accident in battle. His horse threw him while they were under attack.”
Sin picked at his food. He had seen many men perish in such a manner. “I’m glad you weren’t there when it happened.”
“I wasn’t, but poor Dermot was. He hasn’t been the same since.”
That, too, he had more than his share of experience. The sight of a young knight watching a relative die. It was indeed scarring. “That must have been terrible for him.”
