Chapter Thirty-four (Saraya's POV) present Time…

Regardless of my lack of recollections of our time together, and our incessant quarrelling since we reunited, I could somewhat tell how much Dane cares for me. it was in the way he looks at me even when he is angry with me it was still there in the depth of his eyes. So then I knew if the food was left untouched, he would be back. I refused to eat the food he asked the maids to bring up to the room and turned them back as soon as they brought it. Yes, I was hungry, but would have preferred very much if he had stayed to eat with me. Hoping I was right in my deduction, I stood by the window and waited. Soon enough, I heard his angry huff and I could hear him coming up the stairs. My heart skipped a beat and thudded rapidly as the door was pushed open. I felt his presence to my very core. It was surreal. I closed my eyes and inhaled his manly scent. And for some reason tears filled my eyes. I could only imagine how intense whatever we might have shared must have been and I wished to rem