Her shoulders tensed. She hated that he noticed immediately.
"Daphne," he said softly, but there was hurt already creeping into his voice.
She clasped her hands together. "He talked. Mostly. He said strange things. He tried to confuse me."
"That's not what I asked." He paused, "Did you...kiss him?"
"What? No," she said at once. "Never."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
She looked down.
Alaric's chest tightened painfully. He took a step back, then stopped himself. "Daphne."
"He asked me to go with him," she blurted out. "He said he wanted to show me where we once met."
Alaric's hand clenched into a fist so tightly his knuckles went white. "And?"
She hesitated again, panic rising. "Nothing else happened," she said quickly. "I didn't go. I refused."
"Then what?" His voice sounded strained.
She forced herself to meet his eyes. "He kissed my hand."
Silence.
