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Erik’s chest deflated. “Nay, I am sorry.” It wasn’t her fault no more than it was his. “I’m Erik.”
She met his gaze once more, and Erik felt his heart start a slow thud in his chest.
“I’m Isabel.”
He gave her a smile, and she returned it, holding out her hand. “Ye look hungry. I know how tae steal from the cook without mah da noticing. Would ye like some food?”
He did want food, but he wanted her company far more...
Erik shook out of his thoughts, the need to get out of the great hall clawing at him greatly.
Isabel was here.
