There the king sat on a jewel-encrusted throne with, beside him, his mad queen, spinning red wool with a wooden distaff and spindle. The youth chosen with Ariadne made a low bow to the king and then turned aside. But Ariadne, remembering her mother’s warning, curtsied to the king and then the queen and inquired politely of her if there was aught she might bring her son. Without a word the queen handed her spindle to the girl… —From The Minotaur Lily met Caliban’s gaze across the clearing and felt heat climb her cheeks. His eyes were hot and intent. He looked at her as if with a single kiss he’d already claimed her. She glanced away, inhaling. It had only been one kiss and they hadn’t had a chance to speak properly since. Last night there’d been Maude, sharp and sarcastic and disapproving, and this morning Indio had been excited and scampering about. And that had been before Lady Phoebe and Captain Trevillion showed up. “Who is it?” that lady asked, facing in the direction of the young man advancing toward them.
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