Chapter Seventeen {Davinia}

His lemon woody scent overwhelms my being as his coat drapes over my shoulder. So we're having dinner outside. This should be interesting. We continue our walk to the garden in silence with my hand in his. Looking at it, one can tell the contrast. My slim, slender hand in his big large hands. The only similarity is our fingers. I have long thin fingers and he has long thick fingers.

My cold hand snuggles in his very warm hand and I love it. The setting of the dinner is coming to view as we get closer but just the side view of a particular person has me stopping in my tracks. My nails dig into my skin. Wait, it's not my skin.

"What's the matter" He asks as he tries to figure out what it is that makes me pause abruptly but I give no response. My whole body turns cold and I find it hard to swallow my saliva.

Why is she here? Who invited her to dinner?

My gaze slowly lifts to meet Roland's hardened gaze. "Did you invite my mother?" I almost can't recognize my voice. My voice is cold a