She couldn't be sure if it was Crystal's voice, but the thought of a child crying deep in these mountains was utterly chilling.
She gripped Alaric Davenport's arm. Alaric glanced down at her, sensed her fear, and reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
Suddenly, something passed by behind them, the leaves and branches RUSTLING.
Rosalind Lowell glanced back in a panic. Not watching her step, she suddenly missed her footing. Alaric Davenport immediately grabbed her, and they tumbled down together.
In the end, Alaric Davenport cushioned her fall. She saw him frown slightly, but couldn't tell if he was hurt.
Their eyes met. This was the first time in three years that Rosalind Lowell had seen him from this close.
It seemed he hadn't had it easy these past three years. His eyes had become much more clouded, and his face was etched with fatigue.
She almost couldn't stop herself from reaching out to touch his face.
