Four
A few moments later, the windows are sparkling and the cobwebs are gone. It took more than a towel; it took courage , then cursing loudly, and then praying to wipe them all away. Finally, after a spastic toss of the towel into the trash bin, it was done. I’m still shuddering in disgust when I feel someone watching me.
Jonathan stands at the entryway, his black brows lifting in question as he takes in my even more disheveled state.
"I wasn't gone that long," he drawls. "Nevertheless, Abigail, I come bearing gifts." Fresh clothes lay on his upturned palms, and he flourishes a bow. The movement shifts his hair, which cascades down his shoulders in a fluid motion.
I try pushing my own from my face, but it sticks in place. How fair is it I look like someone who has been found on the ro
