A smile curled the corners of his lips.
My determined, headstrong girl.
He did as he was bid, pursuing Ella into another chamber. The storm seething beneath was reflected in her glare. The look was so different from the admiration and reverence that once shone through her demeanor, but that was two years ago. Now all he could see was abhorrence.
Perhaps his motives for coming to Egypt were wrong. Perhaps he should not be forcing his attentions on her in these pitiful attempts to reclaim her. Maybe begging for forgiveness with sheer humility and not creating excuses was the only way to right his mistakes. And to assuage the hurt that lurked beneath Ella’s iron exterior.
“I am here,” he said dismally.