A sweet man

Melody entered the bedchamber, where Izaak awaited her. As her gaze lowered, she found him standing beside her, the door closing with a muted thud behind them.

In a graceful motion, he gathered her into his arms, her slender frame fitting perfectly against his chest. Her hands instinctively found their way around his neck, seeking support and closeness in the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up, Melody gazed at his face, searching his striking features for any trace of emotion. She saw the familiar lines of his face, so handsome yet now shadowed with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher—perhaps a mix of anger and something deeper.

Had she upset him by not asking him about his pas? Understanding Izaak was a puzzle she often struggled to solve, she found him both full of intrigue and mystery.