Perhaps she had understood a little bit what he wanted to say because his eyes were rolling around her body as if he was searching for something else in it. She slowly released his hand and brought both her palms on her lap. She lowered her eyes hesitantly, but the fire was still raining from his eyes.
The chariot stopped and Commander Sebestian knocked on the door.
"Your Highness, we have arrived."
Jane Dover was a little scared, but when he got off the chariot, she sighed in relief.
Vrinda Simard rushed to the third floor, closed the doors and gasped. He leaned back on the door while closing his eyes, huffing and sweating.
Jane Dover got out of the chariot and looked around. He was not there. She raised her head and looked at the closed door of the third floor.