Jorge fairly shook at the thought of finally avenging his brother. With Yasmine at Jorge's side, the were-king would not only admit him into his presence, his guard would be lowered. He couldn't have planned this better if he'd tried. Jorge offered his arm to help Yasmine into the carriage. He climbed in after her and took a seat on the opposite bench. A slight frown marred her alabaster brow. He wasn't entirely welcome. He didn't care. "Thank you for allowing me to accompany you," he said as the carriage rolled toward the lane. She kept her eyes to the window and didn't reply. "About last night—" "The less said, the better." Her gaze found his. Her throat and cheeks pinked. "You're embarrassed." He fought a smile. He'd been right about her. She was sweet and good, the two qualities most lacking in his life. "Of course I'm embarrassed." Her long fingers fluttered to her throat then down to the neckline of her gown.
