Chapter 65:
Robert's Point of View
She seemed in my arms like a tiny, broken creature;
her head tilted helplessly against my shoulder, and her rebellious strands of hair scattered to cover part of my face,
seeping into my pores with the scent of grapes and jasmine.
I thought her consciousness had entirely departed under the weight of the wine,
but suddenly, she raised her heavy eyelids and looked at me with lost eyes, whispering in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"
I did not answer; I tightened my grip on her slender body and continued descending the stairs,
ignoring her question that pierced my silence.
Suddenly, I felt her small, swaying fingers fumbling with my beard;
her touch was light as a treacherous breeze, yet it sent a violent shiver racing down my spine.
I felt those icy fortresses I had built around my heart for years beginning to melt under the heat of her fingertips.
