What a damned cheek. Dragging the linking door shut, Cass could barely keep her hands still for what shook them, her face set for the heat that scorched. What she wanted ... but not. Ridiculous. Was she actually vain enough to think he'd choose her?
Was that why she couldn't even pour water into the washbowl to cool her face without glancing over her shoulder? Surely not in the hope the door would open? Worse, that he'd say 'I've changed my mind?'
She stared at the gray veins threading the smoothly sculpted stand, worth ... she didn't know. Jug and basin either. How could that be, when it was what had always made her much more useful to Starkadder than the other girls?
Why hadn't she anticipated, stepping out of this room, that what she sought-the end to the liaison-would fail to be the
