keep out the cool nighttime breezes.
“What is it?” Hants asked, closing the door behind him.
“They didn’t have glass the last time I was here.” Garll rested her hand on the pane. “But not much else has changed.”
Two warm palms fell on her hips, and Garll felt the length of his body behind her. The perpetual heat that radiated off him was a contrast to everything else in the harsh world. She leaned back into that warmth, letting his hands slide around her front to hold her tightly to him.
“You’ve changed,” his breath moved her hair as he spoke.
“I have,” she whispered in reply. If nothing else, that one fact was certainly true. When last in the East, she had been a girl without purpose. Now she had an inkling of what the weight of the world felt like. She knew how the title of nobility
