Persephone pulled her small, white hand away from his as she left the unfinished sentence hang in the air. Through the window of the carriage Lucian tried to orient himself with where they might be in the city, but because of the riot of snow he couldn’t tell a thing.
Stealing a glance at Persephone, the young woman pulled her fur wrap tighter around her shoulders, and smiled playfully at him.
“What are you,” he whispered over the rattle of the carriage wheels.
“A friend,” she said with a grin.
“That’s not…exactly what I mean,” Lucian replied lost for words.
“Oh,” she sighed and glanced out the window. “I know…but such questions.”
Turning back to him with eyes burning with excitement she said, “It’s not that I mean to be offensive, but I really don’t think you would understand.”
Loosing some of his shyness, Lucian leaned forward and grasped her hand in his, “Why don’t we let me be the judge of that?”
Laughter, like the sound of gentle raindrops, escaped her crimson lips before she added, “You, I like.”