Chapter 9
Ceinwen sat in the great room facing Claude. The light rumble of her phone’s vibration told her a call was coming in, even though Claude had shut off its ringer. She could only hope the call was from Michael and he would somehow guess something was wrong when she still didn’t answer.
Claude was a tall, angular man with high cheekbones and dark, heavy-lidded eyes. His thick mane of pure white hair was worn straight back off his face, and reached to the high collar of his black silk, elegant jacket that buttoned to the neck.
He had “allowed” her to get dressed while he sat on the bed and watched. It only added another item to the mental list she kept of reasons to get even with him. And she would. Somehow.
Very soon after the prior phone call, the phone vibrated again. Claude s
