Silver Creek Something special about the day

the apology fell across them as grayson knew it would. why would he apologize? it would so obviously be her that would come apologize to him. he'd done nothing wrong to her, and she should be sorry for not treating him as the man he was. his eyes softened upon her, but they were intense just by nature. the herbs were a gift. his expression remained unchanged, but as if surprised, his ears pricked up and cupped forwards towards her. 

her gaze fell to her paws, and grayson took a few moments where she could not see him to gaze upon her hungrily. absorbing her features silently. what use could he have for her? besides status, of course. to take from her her body would be too messy, and grayson was loathe to drag himself into any more feminine drama than lilah had already put him into. 

"lilah, look at me," he commanded, voice deep -- a rare opportunity, to look the god himself in the eyes. and when she did, if she did, grayson said to her, "thank you, this gift means a lot to me." and, in a way, it did. but it had nothing to do with lilah or her apology.