Guilian had a vision of Gabrielle standing up to his father, and for just a moment he almost laughed. Oh that would be a priceless encounter, although he realised all too soon that an encounter like that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. "I am sure that you would be a formidable opponent for my father, should you ever perchance, to meet him."
But with each word, she was making the smile on his face want to stay there, and he almost looked away in embarrassment. "Oh well, how about we wait and see, although I am sure that I will be the one singing your praises for the music you will make."
Her diminutive use of his name did make him chuckle, and the feel of her hands around his waist was more than he'd dreamed of. "You are indeed a breath of fresh air, Gabrielle."
But the intoxicating combination of how close she was, the hands around his waist and the words where she was telling him to be strong was almost too much. His hand cupped her chin, and he let his tongue whet his lower lip.
"I don't want to look back," he admitted frankly, his words whispered. "I'm only looking forward, and right now I'd like to steal a kiss, if I may be so bold." His lips hovered close to hers, but he wasn't going to ruin this by kissing her against her will. "I'd like something to remind me that this hasn't all just been a wonderfully pleasant dream."
He wanted to look forward to so much more, and even as he felt the darkness in him resonate with something in her presence, he just knew that pursuing her was going to be something far more dangerous than he'd ever done before.