Just because. Comments, corrections and criticism welcome. Outside the inn, Hadrian wordlessly offered the cloak hanging over his arm to Arden. She muttered protests through teeth clenched against the cold. He ignored them and swung the cloak gently over her shoulders, somehow managing not to touch her as he did so. She was transported, inevitably, back to the first night on Andulus. He had stood and swept his cloak around her unbidden, and all she could do was watch helplessly, barely able... read more
