Endymion could sense the married matron waiting for his attention on his other side – he could sense the expectation emanating from her, that he might sweep in and join the conversation going on over dessert at their end of the table – but that would mean turning away from Miss Greyback, and he simply hadn’t the heart.
But time was slipping from them, whether he liked it or not, and the best she could give him was binding herself to fate. Well, that would have to be enough to pin his hopes upon. Endymion gave a gentle sigh – but he was an optimist to the end, and he was sure fate would work with him in this. “Well, I hope that you might find a reason one day,” he said, and gave her another soft smile as the spell of stillness broke, chairs scraping and the party beginning to disperse from the dining room.
But time was slipping from them, whether he liked it or not, and the best she could give him was binding herself to fate. Well, that would have to be enough to pin his hopes upon. Endymion gave a gentle sigh – but he was an optimist to the end, and he was sure fate would work with him in this. “Well, I hope that you might find a reason one day,” he said, and gave her another soft smile as the spell of stillness broke, chairs scraping and the party beginning to disperse from the dining room.
