"Why… why didn't you answer my calls?" she sobbed, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
Rhysand stood there, startled at first, then wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry. I'm late."
Butler Jorah and a few bodyguards rushed to the restroom door, but Rhysand shook his head, silently signaling them to stay back.
He looked up at the open window, his eyes darkening slightly.
She almost jumped.
How had this delicate girl found such courage?
"Did you really plan to jump?" he asked quietly.
Ariel buried her face against his chest and nodded.
Rhysand's voice softened. "Do you know how high it is? You could've been hurt."
"I know," Ariel whispered, her voice muffled. "But I didn't want anyone else to touch me."
She pressed her face deeper into Rhysand's neck, too embarrassed to let him see her tears.
