Arwen knew Aiden didn't like what she did, but she didn't stop to explain it to him there. She instead led him to their room.
Once they were inside, she closed the door after them and turned to face him … finally.
He didn't speak, but his eyes did. They look disappointed … not at her, but at himself. Like he had done something to let himself down.
She took a step toward him, reaching forward to hold his hand and with another cup up his cheek. "You are upset?" she asked softly, but sombrely. Her intention was never to upset him.
Aiden didn't answer her. Instead, he asked, "Why?"
She blinked, for an instance, not understanding what he was meaning to ask. "Why, what, husband? Is it about what I said back there in the dining room?"
"Why did you let her stay?" he asked, clearer this time. "You didn't like her presence around."
Of course, she didn't.
