She knew she would feel it, the impact of seeing him, when she turned around, but still it felt like a punch to her chest as she looked up into those shining eyes. “May I have this dance?” Renwick whispered, the muscle in his cheek flickering as that memory of them smiling at each other from the ceremony played over in Rua’s mind. She already felt pulled under his spell. The impact of his stare was far greater than being tumbled in a torrent of snow.
