No matter how or what the count spoke, not even once did Richard's eyes leave Hazel. As if he could look straight into her soul, his gaze continued to assess. There was more than the eyes could see, he realized that she was not that upset with the news of her breaking marriage as she was showing.
There was no sign of a wild, carefree lady who could even stand and argue with a wolf and force him to follow her words. All he could see was a meek girl who was bulging her eyes and crying her heart out. He tilted his head, though his muffled cries could be heard and his face looked aghast, his eyes were narrowed and looking at everything sharply like a hawk.
She was more mysterious than she seemed?
