Finding Him

7l Blindness

She examined his face from a small distance, confused at his intention. What was he doing?

"Were you with the solicitor?" He tore his eyes off of the book and turned to her, brow raised.

She stood staring at him for a few seconds, contemplating the best way to answer his question. Of course it wasn't his business who she spent her time with, but she knew he deserved an answer especially because she had neglected her duty, even if it was he who first neglected her.

Nodding, she lowered her gaze.

"Well?" The tone of his voice carried his impatience. "Will you or will you not admit to it?"

She lifted her head up, confused about his accusation. Hadn't she already admitted to being with Paul? He sat watching her, waiting impatiently for her answer.

With a loud sigh, she nodded again, fully expecting the expression on his face to change. She didn't know why, but she suspected her admission would grate on his nerves.

His expression didn't change. His brow was still raise, a frown still dented his features and he still sat watching her.

"Have you lost your tongue, Dasa?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly shut it again, realizing for the first time that his eyes weren't truly on her. If anything, his eyes were aimed three inches to her right hand side. Swallowing a loud gasp, she stared at the book in his hands for further reassurance of her suspicions and true enough, he held it upside down. At first, she had assumed he did so in pretense he was reading but the longer she stared, the more apparent it became he wasn't pretending to read.

Coming to a conclusion, she bent down silently, pulse racing as she silently took off her shoes. Placing them by the side, she tiptoed two steps from her shoes and immediately turned her attention back to Daniel.

He sat staring at where she was supposedly standing, brow raised, frown deepening.

Her mouth fell wide open then, a loud gasp escaping as she realized for the very first time since she met Lord Daniel Talbot, that he was blind.

•~•~•

Daniel turned sharply to the sound of someone gasping. At first, he suspected someone had entered the room without his knowing it, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Dasa's words.

"You're blind?!"

He hadn't heard anybody sound so shocked in his life and while her rude observation should have upset him, it instead made a smile immediately settle on his face.

There was something about Dasa, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He didn't need her but every time they were in the same room, he found himself entertained by her presence. She was unlike any servant he had met and to be honest with himself, she had been his longest serving servant. He always managed to fire the rest even if it upset his mother greatly. While his nurses tried to connive their way into his bed and ultimately heart, his valets tried to cheat, steal and gain from his blindness.

He kept Dasa around because he knew his mother would only hire someone else if he succeeded in getting rid of her. There was also something about her, something that went beyond his mental picture of her, her silent footsteps and the smell of her skin. She had a fighting spirit he found quite entertaining. It had been the same spirit that had forced her to storm out of the parlor after he had insulted her before the solicitor.

He had been forced into a meeting with a solicitor because his father had to go on an urgent journey to meet his brother in Italy. He had been in a sour mood because of the impending meeting and the sugar in his tea had helped to grate on his nerves. Of course it was after Dasa had stormed out of the room, the fabric of her skirt slapping his wrist mercilessly and the scent of her skin assaulting his senses as she did so, that he realized how brutal he had been to her. He had barely recovered from her behavior when he heard the solicitor race after her.

A feeling he hadn't understood at the time, had replaced his confusion as he listened to the solicitor run down the hall after Dasa. The man had returned after several minutes and it had taken everything in Daniel not to throw him out of the estate, but he somehow managed to get through the meeting.

He had then returned to his room and rang for Dasa. When she didn't show up, he rang for another maid and requested for Dasa. He was then informed of her absence and had immediately gotten upset at the thought of her being with the solicitor. He spent the entire day convincing himself it wasn't his business where she spent her time and with whom she spent it.

"Are you blind, my lord?" He heard her footsteps cross the room until she was standing before him, the scent of her skin filling his nostrils. He also noticed a new scent; cinnamon. "Forgive me, I didn't know. Oh, now I realize the bucket incident is my fault and I nearly killed you and I'm so terribly forgetful..."

He rose to his feet and turned to make his way back to the veranda where he had been enjoying the cool evening breeze before she arrived. Since the cat was out of the bag, there was no point talking about it. Although, a part of him wondered how she found out.

"Daniel?!" She grabbed his elbow and in that second, he whirled around, hand taking captive of her wrist.

A loud gasp followed his actions, followed by something bumping against his chest. He reached out suddenly, mentally guessing that she would be shocked enough to want to back away from him and would eventually fall backward to the floor.

He had been right, for as his right hand reached out while his left held her wrist captive, it encircled her waist, holding her upright.

He couldn't see her, but he felt her staring at him, her face most likely only inches from his. Her breath tickled his lips, filling him with a sensation he hadn't felt before. The scent of her skin was so strong in his nostrils, he realized for the first time that he liked it. Her chest was pressed to his, her body curving perfectly to fit his. His arm tightened its hold around her waist as his body instinctively leaned in close.

He realized as he leaned in, that she had stopped breathing; no longer was her breath tickling his lips.

He released his hold around her wrist and lifted his hand to her chin, wanting nothing but to feel her face with his palm, giving him a better mental picture of what she looked like.

A sharp inhale followed his actions and a smile settled on his face as he imagined the look in her eyes. Did she think he would kiss her? Would she want him to kiss her? Was she like his nurses who would have done anything to climb the social ladder, even if it meant marrying a blind man?

He didn't desire to kiss her, however. He just found himself enjoying their closeness.

"Do I look blind, Dasa?" He leaned into her, his fingers brushing her jaw. Her body tensed in his arms in that second. Releasing his hold around her waist, he stepped back and turned around. Straightening his shoulders and raising his chin up, he began making his way back to veranda, feeling her eyes trace his movement.

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A/N

Thanks guys, for your well wishes. I know this season is terrible but it'll pass. I kinda feel better today so, here's a chapter I've been struggling with for a while. Do leave a comment to tell me what you think about it. Do you think Hadassah and Daniel will make a fine couple? Or would you rather have her end up with Paul?

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