| She listens to every word, remaining silent as it becomes clearer that she was the focus of his full attention. Her head bows briefly, dark chocolate hair splashing across her shoulders to brush along cold cheeks, framing the shape of her oval face. Dark lashes begin to lower over her eyes, as Moira lifts up a hand to stop Kemp from speaking, but didn’t make it in time.
“Say nothing else about them, Kemp,” she looks up at him, not glancing at Nora as she spoke. “The knife… was a gift at Christmas from last year, with perhaps, some foolish romantic intention. That I will take back since it did belong to my father, I can probably make more use of it than you would. I’d been meaning to ask you about it, but I assumed you were detained…”
She flicks a glance in Nora’s direction briefly and then back to the Rotagar, “I know what happened. I heard everything, and I don’t condone what Hyde did to you. I didn’t instigate it as he acted on his own and made the assumptions that you and I, would be together, it was him that assumed we were mated once.”
She takes in a deep breath, clearing her throat as a strained hoarseness begins to take hold, “The medallion.” Her head shakes at him, “There are no strings attached to it, Rotagar. It is yours, not mine. Its intent is meant as a gift, with the promise of its return to me upon your death. You are very much alive from what I can see… so I won’t take it back. Despite, my feelings, you are still my friend.”
Her eyes narrow sharply on the medallion as he takes it off; she steps back away from him, hands gripped firmly around the handle of the bag. She has no intention of taking it back. “If you don’t want it, then throw it away. I won’t take it back.” |
