He wanted to hold her, make things right, but without knowing her problem, that was impossible. She confused him. She said she wasn’t afraid of him yet something hounded her, something more than her being a warrior. It had to be. Her being a warrior just didn’t make sense. Surely she could see that. He grimaced, wanting to press the issue, however the others waited. He swore to himself that once the final agreement was approved he would take her away, just the two of them, so they could get to know each other. Someplace where she couldn’t run off. He knew just where. He kissed her temple once more, letting his lips linger. “Where are your clothes?” he murmured against her skin. She glanced at him. Her eyes still glittered with unshed tears. “In the antique closet.” “I’ll get them for you.” He rose, keeping a wary eye on her. She had a reputation for being true to her word but he’d felt the desperation in her—and desperation caused many a good soul to falter. If she bolted, he’d be right behind her.
