"I'm fine!" I yelled, scrambling to my feet, my legs shaking so badly I almost tripped over the hem of my muddy dress. "I just... I needed a moment alone!"
"Unbolt the door, Anabel," Aidan said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Please."
I took a sharp, ragged breath, my hands shaking violently as I reached for the heavy iron bolt. My mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. If he looked at me, would he know? Could he smell the scent of Vincent's cellar on my skin? Would he see the guilt written all over my face?
I slid the iron bolt back with a loud CLANK and slowly pulled the heavy door open.
Aidan was standing in the doorway.
