"Yes… comfort." Rina's voice trembled faintly, though her tone was calm. "I've been running for as long as I can remember. I've fought, endured, and hidden for years. I'm almost forty now,Sir Ethan. At this age, you should understand what a woman desires."
Her fingers lightly gripped his shirt. "I've lived like someone walking on the edge of fire, and I just want that flame to go out. Even for a while."
Her words hung heavy in the air. The silence between them was filled with the faint hum of the wind through the open window.
"I want to feel human again," she murmured. "To feel alive.To feel loved and nourished."
Rina looked up then. Her eyes met his, glimmering with a mix of weariness and longing. Her breath brushed faintly against his chest, and Ethan's throat tightened.
