Instead she pulled away, and Drystan let his arms fall, studying her face intently, trying not to be distracted by the delicate beauty of it.“You do not trust me enough to tell me?”Confusion warred with fear on her delicate features. “I have never told anyone about him.”He squelched the immediate jealousy her response provoked. “So, it is a man you visit, then. I did not think it possible… no. There must be some other explanation than what I am thinking.”She arched a delicate brow, some inner humor lighting up her multicolored eyes until the facets appear to glow. “And what are you thinking?”“Stop teasing me, Camille. This is no light matter you speak of. Do not make me regret revealing my heart to you.”She immediately appeared contrite. She lowered her head, ivory hair cascading down to hide her face. “I have no experience in matters of the heart, Lord Haw—Drystan.”Drystan put his hand beneath her chin, raising her face, revealing the tears in her eyes. Lud, what this angel did to his soul.
