Ethan stepped into his private chamber. Arielle was seated quietly on the bed, waiting for him.

The moment she saw him, a small smile appeared on her face.

“You came back.”

A faint smile tugged at Ethan’s lips.

“I told you I would.”

He closed the door behind him and walked over, stopping in front of her. His gray eyes studied her face carefully.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m alright.”

His gaze lingered on her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Arielle nodded. A small, wry ...