His face appeared softer after their lovemaking, as if his mask had slipped a little and her touch had uncovered something of the man underneath. It was a bittersweet triumph for her; once morning came he would be the Rogue again, and lost to her. The thought brought with it a harsh reminder of the night’s events, and she sighed as it all came flooding back.... The poison had been found, yes, but she was in even more danger now than before. And where did that leave her with Marco? What was supposed to have been one night of passion had moved her in ways she couldn’t explain. Even if she never set eyes on him after this night, the memory would be burned in her heart until she was old and grey and could barely remember her own name. Assuming, of course, that she got out of any of this alive. ‘You’re worried,’ he said, breaking through her reverie. ‘What will happen now?’ she asked,.
