Chapter 228. Scars
Mauve kept her eyes glued to Jael’s back, watching him leave the room without so much as a glance in her direction. Her arms were still around her knees.
She closed her eyes and rocked herself back and forth. She stopped rocking and rested her head on her knees as her thoughts churned.
Jael had looked at her like he knew something. That was a weird question to ask her suddenly. Was she reading too much into the question and he had just been concerned about her?
There was no reason for her to be worried, however, the unexpectant question had completely caught her off guard and she had needed a second to recover. She was sure her delay was suspicious but Jael had not mentioned anything about it.
Did he really think she was hiding something from him? She shook her head and let go of her knees. She straightened her legs, threw them out the side of the bed, and got out of bed.
She slowly made her way to the dresser and took a seat, picking up the ball of yarn and the pin. She got to work, it was easier to be busy with her hands than let her thoughts get out of hand.
Things were better with Jael, she blushed slightly as she remembered how he held her. They were fine and they did not have any disagreement right now but still, the anxious feeling didn’t leave her.
Mauve had her head bent forward for more than a half hour before a knock roused her. It wasn’t so loud but because she was engrossed she jerked in fright.
Mauve brought her hand to her chest, laughing slightly. She couldn’t believe she had been that frightened because of a knock but she knew it had more to do with what she had been thinking about.
"Come in," she called out and Mill turned the handle and walked in. "Mill," she cried, rushing to her feet.
"No," Mill cried but it was too late as the ball of yarn rolled off Mauve’s legs and onto the floor.