Rolfe was intrigued by the design Iona had sketched over the parchment paper that covered the entire length of his writing table. He came to stand behind her and put her hands beside her on both the sides, caging her. He looked over her head at the paper and was… impressed. But how did this girl know the map of the capital so well? With his brows furrowed he traced the entire mesh of pipe and funnels that she had drawn for the city.
Iona became a bundle of nerves. His warm breath fell on her forehead, her ears and cheeks as he examined the drawing.
