Caius could feel her presence behind him. Her footsteps hit the ground softly, but he didn't need to hear them to be aware of her. Rose didn't even have to speak. As long as they were in the same space, he was constantly aware of her.
He was annoyed and irritated. Lady Deana had looked absolutely relieved when her husband returned, but Rose didn't even look in his direction. Rather, he had caught her looking at Thomas as though it was him she was worried about.
Things between them felt heavy. Caius usually wouldn't care about things like that and would completely ignore it, but it was hard to do so when it felt like he couldn't breathe when she was close.
Rose seemed completely unbothered by this, and she looked as if she would prefer never to see him again. He hated that part, and he hated how clearer it was each day—but it didn't matter. Right now, she was with him and he intended to keep it that way.
