Wife? Wife?
When the whole county knew she was a widow and she dressed endlessly in a parade of crow's garments? Shutting the door on the room she'd schemed endlessly to inhabit, Cass couldn't believe it. Why not curse, give vent to the screaming pulse within her? Her dreams were in danger of being ripped away if she didn't take a breath, hold it, and examine the geography of this land, though. Its terrain, its hiding places. However he'd managed it, Gil had found her-in a black peignoir, in a brawl with a man she'd kissed, while married to Gil, who was now here and wouldn't be leaving any time soon either.
Hastily she tugged a shawl round her shoulders-the first thing to take care of was the fact she faced him half naked, with her undergarments on the floor. Silk ones.
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