Monday: His chin jutted slightly up, as though she had dealt him some blow.
Tuesday: Would he still look at her thus, with that simmering heat behind his steady gaze, when she told him?
Wednesday: She could not even read his eyes, now, he guarded his thoughts so closely.
Thursday: “He will keep you warm and safe from a world more harsh and bitter than you can comprehend.”
Friday: How could any man, even one with a heart of ice, fail to thaw at last before so merry a laugh as hers, such sparkling eyes, such grace and loveliness, her charms all the more powerful because her very essence was so pure.