Edith remained rooted to the spot where Davion had left her, her thoughts scattered. Her mind kept drifting back to the sudden kiss. Absentmindedly, her fingers brushed over her lips, as though the warmth still lingered.
Why did he kiss me? she wondered, her heartbeat quickening again. She took a small step back and leaned against the tree. He shouldn't have... and why did I...
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. Instinctively alert, she focused on the crunch of dry leaves and twigs underfoot. Then, the noise ceased—yet she could still feel someone there.
Edith inhaled deeply and waited, but when nothing happened after a few moments, she stepped away from the tree to confront the presence.
Time seemed to stop the moment her gaze fell on him. His face was masked, but she instantly recognized him—he was the same knight.
