Danton’s hand stilled in the act of picking up his glass. After a noticeable hesitation, it continued on its way. Danton brought the glass to his lips and, after taking a slow sip, carefully set it down again. He could feel his heart thumping in his ears as he tried to work out what she meant, how he felt and what he was going to say… because he knew that at this moment, despite her spikiness, he could hurt her or drive her away irrevocably with one misplaced word. “Stillwaters, as I approached your clearing earlier today, I felt excited at the prospect of seeing you again. I have thought of you often since we last met. After our first meeting, I thought you so grand and gracious that I told Harkell that you were above my touch. By the end of our second meeting, I wondered if perhaps you w
