The slowing of the train had been just the excuse Alec had needed to move. Grabbing his backpack from the overhead shelf, he left the lawyer partway through whatever he had been wittering on about. He didn’t need to hear what he had to say. He had heard it more times than he could count. It wasn’t as if anything changed because he was physically in Lord Kyron’s presence.
His chest tightened with the squealing of the brakes. He had fought to return so many times and foolishly had always thought she would be waiting for him.
In his mind she would be standing on the platform, a vision of beauty, their eyes would meet and the crowd divided so he could run to her, taking her in his arms, hearing her laugh as he spun her around in his firm embrace before he stole her away from this town foreve
