Chapter 42

"This is rare, seeing you so troubled."

Alvaro didn't have to look to know the voice came from Rozarria. He took one last drag before he threw his cigar into the blazing fire in time Rozarria sat next to him, holding a cup of hot chocolate.

"Did you already ate?" he asked. His gentleman façade was back as he took in her appearance. She was warmly wrapped in layers of jackets with the addition of a thick comforter draped around her shoulders. Her long hair was braided and was resting on one side of her shoulder. It was like she came out of a bath. He smelt a milky scented wash from her and saw the droplets of water thawed by the heat of the fire on her long wet lashes. She appeared fresh and very, much comfortable.

"Yes," Rozarria replied before she noticed Alvaro was looking at her. "What?"

"Nothing . . . I'm thinking what it feels like hugging you."