The evening air was cool against his skin. Ulric threw his head back and closed his eyes just for a second to enjoy it. The breeze carried the citrus scent of his orchard and the natural smell of the forest. It was a perfect blend to soothe him if he allowed it.
But that was the problem. He couldn’t be soothed. Not with his mind on a certain witch. Releasing a sigh, Ulric dropped his head back down and stared at the darkening space around him.
He was seated on a patch of grass, out of sight of the house and all the concerned eyes he kept getting from the members of his house. Raven and the others hadn’t spoken a word about Andrea again. Ulric was grateful for that. But regardless of their silence, everyone seemed to walk on eggshells around him. Almost as though they feared the wrong wo
