He didn’t know quite when he’d stopped, but if she’d banished him from her room, he thought he might have slept outside her door in the hall like a dog. It was true. Her voice had drawn him, just like Keiran, but the idea of snatching her away and keeping her caged like a songbird repelled him. He didn’t want to just hear her voice; he wanted to know the woman behind it. So far, he liked everything he had discovered about her. She had returned to the Black Rose to save her friend. That made her loyal and brave. She had practiced her music in secret through long, seemingly unloved years, and that made her resolute. She’d tried to help him against Donal’s followers today, and that made her generous and kind, because no matter what they had shared the night before, he was still Fae, and she’d been given good reason to hate his kind. “I want to pick up where we left off last night. Although,” she added, “I’m not sure that I’d really like to do everything we talked about last night.”
