He moved forward into the press of his guests with the same long-limbed grace he’d grown into so early and so easily. The tumble of red-orange half-curls retained its waves, the flare of them more tameable in recent years, and the lines of his cheek and jaw had yet to settle into the sharp and fine-boned face he was destined to have in adulthood. As he exhaled slowly through his nose, the tension loosened from his shoulders, and Eckhart could see, briefly, Fier as he had been seven years ago, when the weightiest of his responsibilities had been sitting-room recitals on the grand piano. “No one here is trying to antagonize you.”įier, for once, followed instructions without protest and drew in breath enough to expand his narrow chest. “You’ve made it this long, you can make it until then.” “You may excuse yourself after midnight, but not before.”
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