Aris ignored her as he melted back in his seat, becoming one with the chair. Though Blythe knew the safest thing to do would be to ease away from the conversation and leave him be, she could not stop the question that poured from her. “May I watch you weave another?” “Are you going to have opinions about that one, too?” “It’s likely.” She smoothed out her skirts, brushing the hem away from her bare feet. “I have an opinion about most things.” “Yes, I’m beginning to understand that.”
