“What about Ariel?” Eric, vision suddenly spotty, rubbed his eyes and frowned at the tears smeared on his hands. He wiped them on his trousers. Grimsby dragged his chair closer to Eric and pressed the back of his hand to Eric’s forehead. “Are you well? Just last night you were ready to court her.” Eric pulled away. “It doesn’t matter if I was taken with Ariel. She’s not my true love. Vanessa is.”
