did not dance each night hoping he was watching. I did not lie awake and hunger for his company. I—oh, do not look at me like that.” Sabine inclines her head. “Like what?” “Like I’m some foolish child. A silly girl who’s spent the entire Season clinging to your skirts.” For the first time, she is brave enough to find Sabine’s burning gaze, and hold it. “You told me to come find you, when I knew what I wanted. Well, I do.”
