Inari's dark eyes met his blue ones, and she couldn't help but remember the visions--and the intimacy--that had passed between them that first time they had met and held one another's gaze. It was not something that could be unseen, but in this case, that was a good thing. He'd touched her very soul, and anchored it to his. Given her a place to belong.
She smiled, feeling the heat that crept into her cheeks as he looked at her, and lowered her lashes. "I never thought I'd be stranded in London for Christmas," she mused, "But I'm glad that at least I'm here with you."