He froze, allowing himself to take her in.
The light coming from within her room illuminated the hallway, casting soft shadows on her face. And her hair had been brushed out until it shone, giving the impression of soft falling silk. Her porcelain skin glittered in the dim light, pale and untainted.
And her eyes.
God, her eyes.
They were the most fiery blue he had ever set eyes upon.
Her milk-colored robe was slightly creased, an indication that she had spent most of her time lying down.
Theodore gulped, meeting her gaze.
"Good to see you too, Lady Whitmore."
Her brows drew together, and she folded her arms across her chest, but other than that, she said nothing.
Theodore nodded at her and headed straight into his room without so much as a glance backward. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.
