Chapter 190

• His hands stopped her, but she met his dark gaze without flinching.
• ‘Yes,’ she said firmly, freeing her fingers and cupping his face between them. Then, setting her mouth against the dry ridge of his scar, she breathed, ‘Trust me, Almeric. I won’t let you down.’
• But she would; Almeric knew it. Knew he’d be a fool to trust any woman. Hadn’t she and Hilda proved that? But, with her bare breasts invading that part of his shirt that she’d managed to unfasten, rubbing sensually against the hair on his chest, he found himself stifling his protest, telling himself it was too late to resist her now.