Heat crept up the face of Seraphina at the words of Lancelot. He didn't have to put it that way! Of course, she didn't run, she had merely retired to bed after their discussion. When did she run?
'Running like you did with your heart beating loudly in your chest.' He was talking about the time she was on the balcony! Seraphina's eyes widened in disbelief. He had noticed, and everything she had seen was true.
He had indeed intended for her to see everything. What had transpired was all planned out by him. This sly man. What is his intention? Seraphina's brows furrowed in thought as she stared out of the small window of the carriage.
She saw Lancelot stare at her, the same look as last night's on the balcony. Calm, too calm, as though he was calculating his next move on her, and somewhat primal. To think she was beginning to see him in a new light after what he had done by agreeing to halt the wedding. She was indeed a fool for trusting people that easily.
