168 The Weeping Tree

ELIA

She almost spoke up, almost questioned Behryn. But she was so desperate to be with Reth—he'd said they could be alone tonight! And outside!—that she was reluctant to take any of their time to make this conversation drag any longer than it had to. So she stood in the moonlight, admiring Reth's shoulders, his trim waist, the way those leather trousers hugged his thighs, and told herself she would ask about the wolves tomorrow.

She was so full of happiness she could burst, though it occurred to her that the people in the market would likely be leaving soon and might delay this even further. So she began to walk—very slowly—down the path, knowing Reth would have one ear on her, and hoping it would urge him to finish quickly.