Everything was exactly as it should be, except Edith. She still had not come to the study.
Aaron glanced at the clock in his room, his brow furrowing. There were only a few hours left until supper.
Perhaps she is still with him.
A frustrated grunt escaped him, and he moved away from the window. For some reason, he could not help but feel restless.
I daenae care.
His thoughts drifted to Edith again, even as he tried to convince himself that it did not matter where she was.
’Tis only because she keeps me waiting.
Aaron heaved an annoyed sigh as he glanced at the clock a second time.
A knock sounded at the door, and he huffed, returning to his desk. A frown creased his forehead as he sat down, glaring at the door as though he had not just spent most of his afternoon waiting for her.
“Enter,” he said.
The door creaked open slowly.
For a moment, his breath left him entirely. A strange expression crossed his face as Edith stepped into the study, her presence disarming him at once. His chest tightened slightly at her pleasant expression.
What has happened to the lass?
“Good evenin’, me Laird,” she greeted, dipping into a curtsy.
Aaron’s brows rose slightly.
She had never shown enthusiasm for me company before. Why would she now? Perhaps she wants something.
He straightened his back, watching her more closely as she rose.
Her expression was oddly different than usual. There was no hint of irritation or indignation on her face. Just a smile.
She cannae truly be smiling at me.
His jaw clenched tighter as he leaned forward in his seat, his face hardening.
“Ye requested me presence, me Laird?” she asked.
Aaron nodded. “Aye,” he replied curtly. “Sit.”
Her expression barely shifted at his sharp tone. He swallowed as she nodded, lowering herself into the seat opposite him.
His gaze lingered on her.
Edith wore her hair down today, the auburn waves subtly enhancing the freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her face was harder to read than usual, but she looked content.
Aaron cleared his throat, forcing his mind back to the present.
“Ye seem to be in a good mood,” he said before he could stop himself.
Why did I say that?
Edith’s face lit up. “I suppose I am,” she replied lightly. “Me lesson with Martin went well.”
There it is.
