Chapter 87

• "I have no idea what you are speaking about." I know he couldn't read my thoughts anymore but maybe he could feel the apprehension I felt for him through our weak bond. It wouldn't take a genius to guess that after all he had done, I would try to leave him.
• I felt his body lean against mine, his head bent over mine.
• Orian released one hand from the reins and brought it up to my hair. His fingers picked at the locks pushing them behind my ear and then I felt him bend more, his breath on my skin, his lips skimmed past my ear but this time, instead of throes of pleasure, I felt disgusted, "Do you know why they call me D'yavol?" And instantly I remembered the Woman's words. The woman with the nice necklace at the fair. She was referring to him, and it clicked. I gulped and shook my head.