Cupping her cheek, he softly kissed her forehead. “I don’t deserve your kindness.” Rua laughed gently, resting her forehead back against Renwick’s lips. “Nor I yours.” “Let’s go inside!” Aneryn called, trudging around the corner. “It’s colder than—” She paused when she saw them. “Oh Gods, you’re not kissing, are you?” The two of them chuckled. “No, Aneryn,” Renwick said, cheeks dimpling. The look of his happiness reminded Rua, once again, to release that tightness in her chest. Threading his fingers through hers, Renwick led her back to the castle.
