I'm sharing a little more from The Merchant's Love today. This follows not long after last week's snippet. (I went just a bit over six sentences, but they're short!)
“Where shall we go?”
A tendril of anxiety worked its way in again, but Maxen cut it off. “I thought we might eat in the park.”
Faelen’s brow wrinkled. Confusion? Distaste? “In the park?”
Perhaps this had been a bad idea, or perhaps he should have changed plans when the sun hadn’t appeared that morning. “Yes. I brought food.” He held up the basket he’d nearly forgotten he carried. “We could find a bench to eat on...”
A slow smile spread over Faelen’s face, like sunlight breaking through clouds, chasing away his confusion. “That sounds wonderful.”