Anjali glanced over at him with expectation, some sort of releif to flicker in his face when he realized that Kabir meant nothing to her. It was of concern when she didn't see it.

"I didn't come here for this," he admitted at last, his tone so low she would have to strain to hear him. "I came because I missed you. I don't really care about the letter."

"I've wanted to see you for so long," Anjali breathed with soft feeling, moving towards rising from the bed when he spoke once more and stayed her.

"No. I do care." A brick fell. "Why didn't you write back?" Another brick. "I needed to hear from you. Merlin, Anjali...I wasn't kidding when I told you that you were my lifeblood."

Her eyes lifted to his own, and she murmured, "We ended the betrothal."

In the next breath, she dropped her gaze and sighed, "My mother refuses to speak to me, my sister's ashamed, and my father is threatening to disown me. Tell me how I should feel."