What? The strange room with its faint light startled her for a moment. Then she remembered… Duncan. The passion she’d shared with him earlier bewildered her. Had that truly been her? With him? She could not quite comprehend where so much pleasure and passion came from. He sat on the floor before the fireplace now, bent forward, working at something. What was he doing? Had she chased him from his own bed? ’Twas warm here and she wished to curl her body into his and sleep more. “Why do you not come to bed and sleep?” Alana said. Duncan straightened and turned, finding her with his midnight eyes. “Nay. Go back to sleep.” His voice was a raw, edgy sound. “I will if you sleep with me.” Giving her his back, he was silent for a long moment. “Why did you lie to me?” His cold tone chilled her. How could he speak to her thus after their scorching encounter? “About what?” “If you have to ask, you must have told more than one lie.” Again he glared back at her.
