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.
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