Bronte glanced up at him, concern in her eyes. She tucked her hair behind her ear and tilted her head to the side. "Do I need to pack a bag?" she asked. It seemed her "pissed off" act was not going to last long, because sadly, she was developing feelings for the troubled, complicated man. Standing up, she flipped the side on the window of the nurse's office, signally she was out, and pulled her hair down from her messy work bun. Her hair tumbled down in soft, dark waves. "I'd ask Kaspar for permission, but he will say no, and then I'd be breaking the rules like Tohr told me not to."
Kaspar nodded, giving his lover an encouraging smile. "Always," he said, then moved to open the door for the man who was very much his master in public. Like a proper second in command, he stayed one step behind him and kept his hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.
Kaspar nodded, giving his lover an encouraging smile. "Always," he said, then moved to open the door for the man who was very much his master in public. Like a proper second in command, he stayed one step behind him and kept his hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.