Five
Amaal leaned his head against the cage wall, hating the encircling wire frame more than ever. He had never been the type to offer comfort, but as he watched Deirdre all but run from him, he’d wanted nothing more than to reach out and take her in his arms, hold her so she would not weep anymore.
For she had been crying. He’d caught the glint of tears in her beautiful aquamarine eyes before she turned her back on him. And he knew she’d fled so he wouldn’t be able to hear her sobs.
Well, she had plenty of reasons to mourn, no doubt. Several months had passed, and it seemed that she’d achieved a measure of calm during the time she’d spent alone here, but he guessed that their conversation had reopened those old wounds, had allowed her to see that the hurt would not heal for a long, lon
