Category: Anne Elisabeth Stengl

Anne Elisabeth Stengl

Foxbrush sneezed again.He couldn’t help himself. It’s not something a fellow likes to do when a stunningly beautiful woman is leaning toward him with an expression on her face like Nidawi’s wore. But sneezes are not prey to the wants or wishes of those inflicted with them. He sneezed so violently that he nearly knocked his forehead against Nidawi’s exquisite little chin. She leapt back lightly, frowning at first, then shaking the frown into a rain of laughter.

Anne Elisabeth Stengl

Before she’d gone five paces, she heard Benedict speak softly behind her. “You matter, Heloise,” he said. She didn’t stop. She didn’t turn. “Whether or not you believe it. Whether or not you rescue your sister tonight,” he said, his voice reaching out to her as the distance grew between them. “You matter. You matter…to me.” Another step. Then another. The Great Hall was so terribly long! But she kept walking, and she would climb those dais steps. “You reminded me what it means to live. I thought I was dead and done, but you taught me otherwise. ” I… I’ll never…”She could hear what he was going to say. I’ll never forget you. It caught in his throat, but she heard it as clearly as though he’d spoken the words.