“A fine body.”Kara sipped contemplatively at her own wine. “It certainly has.”He grinned, and stepped closer to the young woman. “I wasn’t talking about the wine.”She took a step back. “Really, Dutraad, I don’t think—”“Playing hard to get, eh? I certainly like a girl who—” Dutraad lurched to one side, suddenly dizzy. He frowned and put one hand to his head. “Uh. I don’t feel very—”Kara backed against a nearby bookshelf, watching the man closely. “You look like you’ve had too much to drink, my lord. Perhaps you should lie down.”“No,” he said with a wave of his hand. He wobbled, almost falling over. “I don’t…know why…I’m—”Dutraad pitched forward and fell hard onto the floor.Kara let out the breath she had been holding in, then set down her glass on the shelf behind her.“Because I drugged your wine.” Kendril stood up.Bronwyn looked at him, her eyes sparkling. “It is you, Kendril. I almost didn’t recognize you without that gloomy cloak you’re always wearing.
