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"If love can be bottled, or shot from Cupid’s bow, my friend," Grimm whispered into the breeze that ruffled in Hahen he entered Adrienne’s chamber
In the weeks to come the Haould wonder many times why the Roht returned those feelings in kind, had never co those terrible days When he spoke to his guard, the e Not only didn’t the Rom come, they were conspicuously absent frooods They spent no evenings weaving tales in the Greathall before a rapt and dazzled audience Not one of the Rom approached Dalkeith-Upon-the-Sea; they kept to their fields, out past the rowans
That fact nagged at Hawk’s hty concerns He promised hiypsy cae smithy were resolved But it was to be some time before he s would be vastly changed
Adrienne drifted up fro her intently
"I thought I’d lost you" The Hawk’s face was dark, glistening in the firelight, and it was the first thing she sahen she opened her eyes It took her several longthat had replaced her brain With wakefulness ca at thatyou don’t have Never had in with, Lord Hawk," she mumbled
"Yet," he corrected "I haven’t had you yet At least not in the sense that I will have you BeneathMy kisses My hunger" He traced the pad of his thu the curve of her lower lip and smiled
"Never"
"Never say never It onlyit back I wouldn’t want you to feel too foolish, lass"
"Never," she said more firmly "And I never say never unless I’e my mind"
"There are a lot of nevers in there, my heart Be careful"
"Your heart is a wrinkled prune And I mean every blasted one of those nevers"
"Mean them as you will, lass ’twill only make it that much more pleasurable to break you to my bit"
"I am not a mare to be broken to ride!"
"Ah, but there arehand, Adrienne A confident rider, one not dis will You need aand enjoy your run I won’t break you to ride Nay I will break you to the feel of my hand and mine alone A mare broken to ride allows many riders, but a wild horse broken to the bit of one hand--she loses none of her fire, yet permits none but her true master to mount her"
"No man has ever been ht in your head, Douglas" Adrienne gritted her teeth as she struggled to pull herself upright It was hard trying to hold her ground in a conversation while lying flat on her back feeling ridiculously weak, looking up at this goliath of a rin and the Hawk’s vast a sluht
Unknown to him, she -within-the-dreaer with fire in his eyes
CHAPTER 11
"IT’S NOT ME SOMEONE’S TRYING TO KILL, ADRIENNE repeated
She was buried in mounds of plush pillows and woolen throws and felt helplessly sed by a mountain of feathers Every ti her out, like being cocooned in a down straitjacket "I want to get up, Hawk Now" Too bad her voice didn’t co as firm as she’d intended It would have--it should have--except being in a bed while trying to argue with this particular hts like leaves to a windstorainst pale, ebony eyes and hot kisses
The Hawk se just to smile blankly back, like some dim-witted idiot He was beautiful when so that he was the eneet that So she put a lot of frustration to good use, and dredged up an impressive scowl