Silence met her so she glanced up into surprised dark irises shrouded in utter confusion. A look of denial crossed his features.
"No," he whispered.
"No?" Prisana's heart ached as she questioned his words.
"You can't love me."
"Miss," one of the yacht crew members blocked her from entering. "I'm afraid we've reached full capacity. Please step back from the yellow line."
Prisana refused to take a step back. She stayed rooted on the spot.
"Why?"
For the love of god, why? Prisana loved this husband that thought himself to be a beast. He was the most valiant knight and gentleman she has ever been granted to meet in this lifetime.
Her dearest husband climbed down the steps. His large arm whisked her into a tight embrace. A sigh escaped her because his warm loving arms encased her from all worries. She returned his eerie gaze, pondering for questions she knew may return unanswered.
