Chapter Seven
Hazel’s thoughts kept returning to the expression on Drewet’s face when he’d recognized her, the amusement, the contempt. I was nothing to him. And then memory showed her Drewet reeling from Tam’s first punch, his nose spraying blood, his eyes wide with astonishment. “Thank you for hitting him,” she said, after they’d gone a mile.
“It was my pleasure.”
Hazel kicked a stone off the road. She was mortified with herself. No, more than mortified—furious. Drewet, handsome Drewet, wise Drewet, wonderful Drewet, the man she’d given her body to, pledged her heart to, the man she’d held faithful to for ten years—ten years—was shallow and fickle and faithless. “I can’t believe I fell in love with him.”
“You were thirteen.”
“Thirteen and stupid.” Another stone, another kick. “He ma
