Chapter Seventeen
He had hoped that would be her reply, but until the words left her lips, he couldn’t be sure. She might have said she needed more time, and he would have had to respect her wishes.
But she looked at him with her gray eyes shining, and said that she would be his Chosen. So whatever doubts and fears she might have harbored earlier, they appeared to be gone now. And he would have to endeavor to prove himself worthy of her.
“I want to do it now,” he said.
Her eyebrows lifted. “Now? Won’t dinner get cold?”
Perhaps she was teasing him, ever so slightly. He found he did not mind so very much. “I only need to say a few words. And besides, have you not noticed that the meals I create for us never grow cold, no matter how long they might sit on the table?”
A curve of her love
