He knocked over the rack of clothing with a startled grunt. What was he doing here? Had he been following her? “Tabithia, damn it, you—” He cut off mid-curse, shook his head, and reached up to rub the back of his neck, looking baffled. Clearly she’d surprised him. “Surprised me.” “I’m sorry about the other night, Aeros.” Did that sound all right? She watched him closely to see if he was angry with her, but he simply frowned and shook his head. “I overreacted,” she said, “and I’m sorry I ran off.” “There is nothing to be sorry about, Tabithia. I am the one who is sorry. I should never have taken advantage of you like that. I am sorry for worrying you, scaring you at the club.” Aeros cleared his throat, reminding her of that night in the caves. He’d been so careful with his words and himself. Even when he’d been doing such wicked things to her in the pool, he’d made her feel like she was beautiful—like she’d break. Considering herself, she accepted she might.
