I turned towards the source of the sound. Alyssa's face was flushed, practically boiling with emotion.
Her hands twisted a handkerchief, tears welling in her eyes as if she had suffered a great humiliation.
Yet, the look she cast at Exeter was still filled with affection, a subtle undercurrent of 'I know you love me, but you can't defy your family's pressure' lingering in her gaze.
I shuddered involuntarily, startled by my own imagination.
Thomas looked down at me. "What's wrong? Are you cold?"
"No," I shook my head, gesturing towards the pair. "What's going on with them? Exeter looks like he's about to explode."
Thomas chuckled, tapping my nose lightly.
"Be careful he doesn't hear you. He holds grudges forever. He still remembers being bitten by a dog when he was five. Don't let hi
