ETAN
Etan's breath tore in his throat as he stared at the key he'd just turned, locking himself inside with a woman who was not his wife, knowing how that might look to anyone—even knowing Borsche remained there with them. With a hurried prayer for wisdom and that he could get Sarya safely back to her own chambers without discovery, Etan turned from the door to find Sarya staring up at him. Her chin was low, but her eyes were wide and shining with hope at she stared up at him from under her lashes, her hair waving around her face, but not enough to hide the hesitant, lopsided smile she gave.
