So, to make up for my lack of updates, I will share a bit from the beginning of Honor. I would love to hear what you think of it. :)
This section is from Lord Dentin's perspective.
“Would you move your elbow, my lord?”
I started at the feminine voice almost next to my ear. I looked over my shoulder and up into dark, velvety brown eyes. The corner of Elsa’s mouth twitched. I suddenly realized I was staring. “I am sorry?”
“Your elbow, my lord, is resting on my seat.”
“Pardon,” I quickly rose, pulling the heavy chair out for her.
Her eyebrows rose. I didn’t get a chance to guess why before she turned her face away.
Once she was seated, I returned to my place. The first course arrived. As custom dictated, I offered first cut to her. She accepted it graciously, but made no move to eat.
“Are you not hungry?” I asked as I lifted a bit of meat to my mouth.
She didn’t respond, sipping some of the water in her cup instead. I watched her as I chewed. The growing patch of rose on the curve of her cheek indicated she knew of my scrutiny. Tomas remained absorbed in conversation with Brielle so nothing distracted me from my natural curiosity.
She took a deep breath and straightened her slim shoulders. “Staring is rude, my lord.”
“So is refusing to answer a query.”
“Not refusal, my lord. I was gathering my thoughts.”
“You do not strike me as one who often struggles with finding words.”
She laughed softly, eyes still focused on the food before her. “No, my lord, I have words a plenty, just few suitable for your ears.”
“Truly?” I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my mouth. “I assure you, miss, I am not a lad freshly freed from leading strings. It takes a lot to turn my ears red.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed.” She stole a glance at my ears, skillfully avoiding my gaze despite my attempts to engage her dark eyes before they hid again in the shadow of her lashes. “Your ears have turned pink at least twice since our meeting. I wager I could easily turn them again.”
She very likely could, I realized suddenly. Still, I wanted her to try. “What would you like to bet?”
That brought up her face. Eyes widened in shock, her face lost all color. “Oh, no, my lord. My mother would skin me alive if I wagered anything. It wouldn’t be lady-like.”
I almost bought her act until I detected a twitch about her mouth.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
Would you enjoy spending a book with these two?
So, the sequel to Duty is coming soon.
Who should I write about next?