Gwendolyn gasped softly when she was gently jarred from her thoughts by Cameron’s hand on her lip. She blinked at him for a moment in surprise before her lips curved into a smile. She had forgotten that biting on her lip had been a habit he once always corrected her for. It seemed that in his absence, she had slipped right back into it.<br/><br/>“Mm, perhaps. I’ve already lost an engagement.” She chortled humorlessly underneath her breath. “Who wants to be betrothed to the Queen of Poison, where death befalls whomever she loves.” Her eyes skirted up to her knight. “Perhaps you should save yourself.”