Mia took a couple of slight detours through the sitting room as she helped clean and tidy the house and do her other chores. She didn't strictly need to pass through there, but the pull of her magic continued to draw her towards Ford.
She couldn't explain why.
She avoided looking directly at him, but she felt his dark eyes follow her every time she passed.
His gaze left her flustered, and she felt like a foolish child unable to bear the gaze of a man. He didn't even look as if he liked her. That seemed unfair.
Hadn't she found him, invited him for breakfast, been the catalyst for him having clothing and a place to stay? Didn't that deserve his gratitude, not his ire?
And yet, she felt nothing but distaste from him.
