Azriel smiled. "Come with me."
He gave her no option to decide and kept his hold on her hand while he pulled her along to the closest empty room he could find.
He opened the door to a small chamber and closed it behind them. Inside, he stepped back a reasonable distance from her, his eyes pinned on her face.
Penelope pinched the inside of her palms, her hand itching for the door handle.
"Is...is there a reason you have me here, my Lord?" She asked when he kept staring.
"Would it suffice if I told you I missed you and I could stare at your beauty all night?"
He saw the gradual bloom of red on her face, something she was terrible at hiding.
"I...Thank you, my Lord."
"So you don't miss me too?"
"It's been only two days, my Lord."
"I know, Pen,' he walked over to her, and bent so he looked directly into her eyes, two dark pools in white clouds that he could get lost in. "I know."
