Robyn smiled softly as he looked at Arwen. “I’ll explain later,” he replied briefly, making Arwen even more curious.
“Robyn,” Arwen’s voice wavered as they walked down the wide corridor of the Winterveil mansion. “May I ask you something once more?”
Robyn turned, his warm smile still present. “Of course. Ask me anything, Arwen.”
Arwen paused momentarily, her eyes fixed on a tall window overlooking a stretch of pine forest shrouded in a thin veil of mist.
“Why is everyone here so kind to me? They even greet me as if I weren’t a stranger. I’m not used to that welcome.”
Robyn’s sincere smile deepened, his clear blue eyes shimmering under the crystal chandelier’s light. He gently clasped Arwen’s hand to assure her she belonged.
“It seems you’re growing impatient. I’ll answer your questio
