The complete contrast was utterly intriguing, and he was successfully and hopelessly intrigued. He wanted her. And he meant to have her.
The girl hastily crossed her arms over her chest as his gaze narrowed. Rathe could see that she wanted to go back inside, lock the door, and hide in her room, but something was preventing her. “Are you here for…Saffi’s fish?”
He nodded.
She disappeared in a flash, making Rathe blink. She reappeared and held her hand out to him. “Here’s the key. She told me a friend of Staffan’s would be coming over to care for them.” She was obviously preparing to retreat.
“Don’t go.” His commanding voice stopped her from moving. “What’s your name?”
She shook her head.
He took a step closer. “Tell me your name,” he invited.
She swallowed. “Mary.”
He looked behind her. “Is this your room?” His voice was throaty.
“Yes---”
Rathe held her by the shoulders and gently made her move backwards, and he followed her inside. He closed the door and the moment the world outside disappeared, he bent his head down and kissed her.