“You too,” she whispered, hating how inane the words sounded. She gripped her hands tightly together to keep from touching him, because she was sure once she started she wouldn’t stop. They might have stared at each other like that all night if they weren’t interrupted by folk serving them. Shyly, Summer picked up a piece of bread and offered it to Isaac.
His blush only darkened, and he heard a breathy little laugh from nearby followed by some hushed murmurs, and he just knew that his expressions and reactions were the cause for the hilarity. But he couldn’t find himself to care, for he was too captivated by Summer’s presence, marvelling over her dress and wondering just how oblivious he had to have been to not notice just how amazing she was. Their entire time spent together before now had him trying to act as the perfect gentleman, his eyes never lingering from her face. Blinking and attempted to clear the dazed expression from his face, Isaac smiled and took the bread from her, jolting as their fingers brushed together.
They might have gone on for hours like that, simply staring at each other and slowly each feeding the other, virtually oblivious to anyone else. Unfortunately for their blissful reverie, the doors at the far end of the hall slammed open, and Gerard, Lord Argent, strode in, Sir Kit and nearly a dozen other knights in his wake.
“Thief!” he boomed, stalking down the centre walkway. “Prince Derek, one of your sworn knights has betrayed you, committed such a crime as cannot be let pass.”