the-winner-s-crime

Someone was coming through the velvet.He was pulling it wide, he was stepping onto Kestrel__ balcony__lose, closer still as she turned and the curtain swayed, then stopped. He pinned the velvet against frame. He held the sweep of it high, at the level of his gray eyes, which were silver in the shadows.He was here. He had come.Arin.

An emotion clamped down on her heart. It squeezed her into a terrible silence. But he said nothing after that, only her name, as if her name were not a name but a question. Or perhaps that it wasn__ how he had said it, and she was wrong, and she__ heard a question simply because the sound of him speaking her name made her wish that she were his answer.