Who is Bodin?
“My Lord?” It was the maid he’d been talking to in the hallway, who stopped him. A few blonde curls creeping from her mob hat to frame a face that seemed far too angular to be human. Huge eyes dominated her face beneath that prominent brow. She had a small nose and a tiny bow mouth over a sharply pointed chin.
She wasn’t pretty but there was something mesmerizing about looking at her.
My attention averted back to Bodin standing between she and I.
His gaze had darkened purposefully on me, and he looked nothing like the boy I knew.
“Don’t forget your promise.” The maid whispered. Clasping her hands demurely before her.
What promise?
The thought danced through my mind that perhaps she and he were lovers. But seeing the way he was looking at me and had not yet even acknowledged her behind him made me doubt it.
But I recalled him touching her ear so intimately.
As he hid it. I tiny part of my mind argued.