Elena's heartbeat skipped.
She stepped aside. "...Come in."
Caelir entered the room, gently closing the door behind him. He didn't approach immediately, instead standing by the door, looking at Elena with eyes so tender they could melt anyone's heart.
"At dinner today, I saw the hickeys on your neck." He said softly, his tone carrying a trace of loss. "Talieran was... very passionate."
Elena's face flushed red instantly. She instinctively raised her hand to cover them, but then felt that would make it more awkward.
"Caelir, I..."
"I'm not blaming you." Caelir stepped forward, stopping one step away from her. "Elena, you're Sacred Female. You have the right to choose any male you like. I'm just..."
He paused, lowering his gaze. Those eyes that always held gentle smile
