For some reason, that kiss pulled on her heart. Everything about this man was terrifying to her. His eyes the color of the alpine sky that flushed with shades of violet when he was happy made her shiver. The crinkles that creased his eyelids and the laughter lines bracketing the corners of his mouth were like familiar landmarks she followed home. And Lan’s arm around her had become quite comfy.
What was this place to her? Who were these people? What did she owe them? They had lied to her and hidden the truth. She had almost died because no one had told her what was going on. What other danger would she be put in because of the elders? Why hadn’t the village been warned that there were so many people being murdered along the caravan trails? Why hadn’t they warned her?