When Leonard had her back pushed against the wall of her room, a small gasp escaped her mouth. Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew he would have followed her to talk to her due to the quick dash she made after the carriage's door was opened but this is not what she had in her mind.
The night was cold, the whisper of the clouds that it would come to rain soon yet the atmosphere in the room felt like it had turned to one of the hot noon weather of Mythweald. Apart from the sound of their breath and the rustling of trees far away from the mansion which was like the music of the night, they stared into each other's eyes.
"Don't run away from me," said Leonard his voice collected yet his expression stated otherwise.
"I wasn't," she replied back but her answer didn't suffice the slight annoyance that had surfaced when she stepped out and ran inside the mansion.
