Aneira stood on the balcony, barefoot, still dressed in her thin nightgown. The morning air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of damp earth as the breeze ruffled her hair, sending loose strands dancing around her face. She reached up, tucking them behind her ears, but the wind kept undoing her effort.
It was late in the morning, almost eleven, yet she hadn't stepped out of her room. Ever since last night, she hadn't seen Jaxton. She didn't know when he left or if he had even slept beside her. But when she woke up, the space next to her had been warm, as if he had been there for a little while.
Her grip tightened around the ceramic cup in her hands. She had hurt him. She knew she had. And yet…
A heavy sigh escaped her lips.
She wasn't sure if she regretted saying those words, but the way he had looked at her… that was what made her feel so guilty. His blue eyes, always piercing, had turned unreadable, dark with something that sent chills through her.
Anger?
