He’d held his arm out out of habit, though he should have supposed she would take it if her overly friendly attitude was anything to go by. Didn’t she have other people on the Glen to bother at this time? Why did she have to attach herself to him, he was wondering, but then Shadow gave a well timed boof at her side as if admonishing him for his begrudging thoughts. And of course, Miss Farris was still prattling on. And then she voiced her assumptions and he stiffened, his gaze cutting to her.
This. This was why he’d moved away from the city, away from prying eyes and any chance of someone guessing his affliction or anything close to it and outing him to the entire world. Too many people were too curious for their own good. She was too curious by half; a quarter even, and short of clapping a hand over her mouth, Dominic didn’t know how to make her stop. A spell would do the trick, but he doubted that would have made her mind stop spinning outrageous stories.
Stick to as close to the truth as you can, his mind told him, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She was still holding onto his sleeve. Caught between not wanting to be rude and wanting his arm back, Dominic drew it closer to his person in hopes she might opt for distance between them rather than hold on. “Take your pick. An overbearing father who hated my career choice or - unbeknownst to me - a betrothed whom I did not know nor love.” Not to mention a family curse that could take root at any moment if he killed someone.
This. This was why he’d moved away from the city, away from prying eyes and any chance of someone guessing his affliction or anything close to it and outing him to the entire world. Too many people were too curious for their own good. She was too curious by half; a quarter even, and short of clapping a hand over her mouth, Dominic didn’t know how to make her stop. A spell would do the trick, but he doubted that would have made her mind stop spinning outrageous stories.
Stick to as close to the truth as you can, his mind told him, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She was still holding onto his sleeve. Caught between not wanting to be rude and wanting his arm back, Dominic drew it closer to his person in hopes she might opt for distance between them rather than hold on. “Take your pick. An overbearing father who hated my career choice or - unbeknownst to me - a betrothed whom I did not know nor love.” Not to mention a family curse that could take root at any moment if he killed someone.