“Kel?” Conor’s voice. His eyes adjusting to the dimness in the room, Kel saw Conor for the first time. He was seated in the embrasure of the arched western window, still in his ceremonial clothes, dark-gray velvet chained with brilliant threads of silver. There was a bottle in his hand. “Kel, is that you?”
NOOO way she did this. “Will? Will is that you?” omfG
