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~Lisa's POV
I walked quietly out of the hall, my heart still thudding from Kael's words. Keep that up. I like it. His voice still echoed in my ear. I didn't even know how to feel. Confused? Nervous? Flattered? Maybe all of them.
I made my way toward the kitchen, passing by the long corridor that led to the wine cellar. I had to get their favorite wine. Kael and Rowan didn't like waiting, and I didn't want to give them another reason to be upset. Not after I'd just somehow earned a smile from Kael.
When I reached the kitchen, it was mostly quiet. Just a few clinks of utensils and soft murmurs from some of the older maids preparing dinner. I didn't stop to greet anyone, I just kept walking straight to the wine cellar at the far end.
The hallway to the cellar was dim, and a little cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying not to think too hard. But the moment I opened the wooden door to the wine cellar and stepped inside, I heard footsteps behind me.
