Christoff leaned forward and set his empty plate down on the table in front of him. Sitting back, he turned to look at her. She had that sad smile on her face again and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“You are lucky to have had someone,” he murmured, reaching out to touch her hand. “I have spent centuries alone. Until today, I never really knew just how alone I was.”
Edna looked at him in confusion. “Centuries? How is that possible?” she asked.
Christoff turned her hand over to stare down at her palm. He ran his thumb along the sensitive skin, noting how soft and delicate it looked against his own rough, scarred hand. He wondered how much to tell her, before deciding she deserved to know the truth about him before he claimed her.
No, after! his dragon roared, fighting inside him.
