Circe hastened her steps to catch up with him, rushing to match his long, purposeful strides. He must have heard her footsteps approaching from behind, because he began to slow, then came to a complete halt in the middle of the hall.
He turned to face her as she finally reached him, his eyes briefly skimming over her frame. He couldn't help himself. It was an involuntary action at this point, something as instinctive as breathing. The action on its own wasn't lecherous in anyway yet it was unmistakably personal.
" Why aren't you in there?" he asked, referring to the parlour she'd just emerged from. "Are you done with the appointment already?"
But as his gaze returned to her face, his words trailed off. He caught sight of the storm brewing behind her eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" Circe hissed, each syllable laced with a cold fury that curled around her words like smoke.
