A smile tugged at Beatrice's lips, "you are good with words" she confessed, his were one of the few words that made her heart flutter.
With hopeful eyes, William stared at her, waiting for approval to meet again.
"You are too good with words" Beatrice said again this time shaking her head.
Beatrice wasn't sure she could meet him again, rose watched her like a hawk and Maxwell was to return soon.
She hoped to follow Maxwell out of Saint Field immediately he arrived, she hoped to spend another night here as her memories of what happened were getting too much to bear.
"I am waiting for someone, as soon as he comes, I am leaving Saintfield" Beatrice tried to explain.
"He is almost here" She was certain Maxwell was on his way, he seemed far too eager to be with her.
"Another fiance?
