Gervase took Elara's acceptance poorly.
He concealed most of it beneath the composure expected of a Marquis heir, keeping his shoulders level and his chin at the same measured height he had maintained throughout the confrontation. The smaller signs proved less obedient. His fingers curled beside his thigh, while the muscles along his jaw tightened once more when his attention settled upon Elara's hand inside Lucavion's.
"Lady Elowyn."
Elara turned her head. Lucavion's fingers remained loosely closed around hers, neither pulling her toward the Floor nor releasing her while she dealt with the man behind him.
