read some old romance novel to keep myself preoccupie

t be back by now-whatever time it was-but my sad limbs didn't help my hastened effort to get into my wh

club I had beside my desk for special protective reasons-since

ard a soft, p

the living room, moving with small jerks as the small sound elicited from her

s crying! W

wooden shelf before wheeling closer, a

t. She didn't hear m

on the shoulder, but immediately she felt it, her head

ine had bee

red face. She sniffled, swiping an arm over her face to wipe the tears, and then

nnerved me. Fiona rarely ever cried. Whatever had made her thi

d out about the king's decree? Had she been b

se the King had p

rsened. I wished I could get into her head at that moment; mind link her. But the

ona signed. I...I'm fine. It

wanted to keep it from me, b

cc

ay, Fiona! Tell me, please

d her body. Again, she slid both arms over her face to clean her tears and low

g her eyes all over again, as if the memory of whatever ha

nxiety. What had happened to Gilbert? "What

erly concern reflected in her eyes. Forget abo

't hold myself from barking o

with unstable hands. She hesitated for a moment, be

. She found out, as expected, and somehow it must

anything, Fiona? I signed, frustration etching

control over her face, and she bit back her sobs. Someth

ngers clasped over her thighs, and my breathing

itely happened betw

asped her left hand, nu

f her eyes, nearly drowning in its