Page 49 of Fall of Ruin and Wrath

I nodded.

“That’s how you know.”

“Oh.” My fingers tingled with the urge to reach out and touch one without the gloves, but I figured that was pushing it. I peeked at the Lord, wishing I could see more of his face. His eyes. But it was probably a blessing that I couldn’t at this point. “What . . . what is your name?”

“Thorne.”

There was a strange whooshing motion throughout my chest. After all these years, I finally had a name for him. I didn’t know how to think of that, but it felt strangely life-altering.

I cleared my throat. “I . . . I should probably be on my way.”

He inclined his head. “Probably.”

Relieved yet unnerved that he’d agreed, I rose.

“But I would be bereft if you did,” he added, and I seriously doubted that. “I have so many questions.”

I halted. “About?”

He stood so quickly, I hadn’t seen him move. One minute he was sitting and then he was standing. “About you, of course.”

My heart gave a sharp lurch. “There’s not much to know about me.”

“I cannot believe that’s true.” He was nearly in the shadows of the wisteria now, but somehow he seemed closer. “I’m willing to bet there is, starting with how we met.”

A fine shiver skated across the back of my skull and down my spine. The ground felt like it was shifting again. “How . . . how we met?”

“Tonight,” he clarified. “Is this how you normally spend your nights? Alone, chasingsolswhen you’re not rescuing those in distress?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I normally don’t travel this part of the gardens at night.”

“But tonight was different.”

I nodded, once again deciding to err on the side of half truth. “I heard voices and was concerned that something bad might happen.”

“So you decided to intervene? Again?” The surprise was evident in his voice. “With no weapon, and still, apparently no knowledge of how to defend yourself?”

My lips pursed. “I suppose so.”

There was a moment of silence. “Once more, you’ve proven just how brave you are.”

“I just . . . I just did what I thought was right.”

“And that often takes the most bravery, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, telling myself I needed to shut down this conversation. There was a whole slew of reasons why. It had to be late, but I hesitated. . . .

That smile of his appeared once more. The slight, tight curve of his lips, and again, there was a sharp, taut curl low in my belly. My mouth dried a little.

“I’m assuming you call Archwood Manor your home?” Lord Thorne asked, and although I hadn’t seen him move, he was closer.

I nodded. “I . . . I spend a lot of time in these gardens,” I shared, and I wasn’t even sure why except for the edgy nervousness that always led to me rambling. “That’s why you smelled catmint on me.”

“I wouldn’t have even entered them if it had not been for Nathaniel,” he said, head turning as he scanned the gardens. “Strange how that worked out.” His gaze returned to me. “With you.”

Yes, it was strange.

“I’m sorry about your . . .” Friends? It was obvious that neither Muriel nor Nathaniel had been a friend. “I’m sorry about what happened with them.”