ETAN
Sarya didn't like being dismissed, but she also had the grace to know that to push herself against his will would only create further tension. So instead, she bowed her head once, then smiled at him.
"Your secrets are safe with me, Etan," she murmured. "I'll see you at dinner."
He nodded, then watched her warily as she swayed out of the clearing and back onto the trail towards camp.
He waited several minutes to ensure that she wasn't going to return, then he took the few steps to the thick stump and let himself sag onto it, propping his elbows on his knees and dropping his face into his hands.
He wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or roar his rage. How had he gotten here? How was it possible that he was in love with one woman, but forced into the clutches of another—who vowed to keep his secrets?
