Seraphina Ashworth leaned into his embrace, her hand tightening around the large one on her waist. A sly smile played on her lips. "I missed you."
The man's crimson lips curved into a faint smile, and the hand on her waist tightened slightly. "Gwen, you're unhappy, aren't you?"
He could always sense the subtle shifts in her mood. He could tell that right now, her spirits were a little low, with a faint undercurrent of sadness.
'Nothing ever escapes his notice.'
