Chapter Ten
Princess Claire’s silver chalice was in my hands when I woke. It dropped with a clatter to the floor when I screamed.
“You’ve been gone a long time. I can tell by your eyes,” Ravel said, as he helped my slumping body sit in a brocade chair a step away.
“I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t damage it.”
“It looks fine,” he said having picked the chalice from the tile. “It was made well.”
I stared at him still trying to restore a sense of calm. My heart still cried out for Nathaniel and for Luther.
“I wish I could go back,” I said.
“You love it so?” Ravel asked.
“I loved two men, a gentle one and a nasty brute.” I couldn’t call my feelings for Luther love until now.
“Seems nasty brutes are welcome in your dreams,” he said.
“So was the gentle lover,” I reminded him. I l
