Chapter 14

Conaan's eyes slowly opened as he heard the shuffle of the curtains that covered his tent. His brows furrowed curiously, but he stayed sitting, till he saw the shadow slowly move the curtain. Eleanor opened it, the pudding in one hand.

Conaan felt his breath catch in his throat as he took her in. She wasn't quite ready yet, but her hair, red and luscious, cascaded down her back in beautiful curls. A few strands framed her face, and highlighted the blue in her eyes. He swallowed, willing himself to stay the same, so she doesn't see just how bad an effect she had on him. Just how much he still found her beautiful after so long.

"You are here. Again."

She nodded, then slowly sat opposite him, her eyes lowered. "I brought this for you."

His left eyes twitched as he looked down to the ceramic bowl. "You brought me what?"

She slowly stretched her hand, then placed the bowl on the small table in front of him. He loo