Veron’s arms closed around her from behind, and he tucked his nose into her hair and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry about Dhuro and Vadiha,” he whispered. She stroked his knuckles. “I wasn’t expecting them all to like me right away. Even you took some convincing.” A soft laugh puffed against her ear. “You took more convincing to like me.” After arriving in Nozva Rozkveta, she knew better than that. Far better. “I’m glad it was you that day in Bellanzole, Aless,” he whispered, kissing her cheekbone, “because I’ve fallen in love with you.”
