I stood by the window, watching Clara and Cassian's carriage disappear down the long driveway. Their visit had been pleasant enough, though I couldn't help but notice how Clara's eyes still carried a hint of sadness whenever she looked at me. Our relationship had improved dramatically since she'd escaped Lucian's control, but some wounds would take more than time to heal.
Strong arms suddenly encircled my waist from behind, and I felt Alaric's warm breath against my neck.
"What has you looking so pensive, my love?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
I leaned back into his embrace. "Just watching Clara and Cassian leave. They seem happy together."
"Not as happy as we are." His teeth grazed my neck playfully, making me shiver. "You've been distracted all day. Is something troubling you?"
"Not troubled," I admitted, turning in his arms to face him. "I've been thinking about your birthday next week. I still haven't found you a suitable gift."
