Jerrick's gaze lingered on her, searching her expression, and Jessamyn felt the weight of his scrutiny. He knew her too well, knew that beneath her obedient nod there was a restless spirit that wouldn't easily be contained.
The way his brow furrowed told her that he didn't entirely believe she would stay put, even if she promised to do so.
"You're planning something," he said, his voice laced with suspicion.
Jessamyn forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm not. I'll stay here in Roche, as you asked."
But Jerrick's expression remained wary. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until she could feel the warmth of his body, the familiar scent of him mingling with the crisp autumn air. His hand came up to cup her chin, tilting her face so that she couldn't avoid his gaze. "You think I don't know when you're hiding something? You've got that look you get when you're about to do something reckless."
