She was nervous—not only could he smell the light champagne scent that the nerves added to her blood but he had also watched her as she had sagged against her door once she’d thrown the deadbolt. She would discover his presence soon enough, and it would frighten her. He was sorry for that, but he could not have this conversation with her anywhere else except, perhaps, his own home. The council was evil and had ears in unexpected places. He waited while she paced a bit, raking her fingers through her tousled, long chestnut hair. He studied her intently as she made a sandwich of stale bread and what appeared to be some kind of pig meat, noting that she picked at the sandwich but didn’t actually ingest much. When she finally threw her makeshift meal in the trash and stretched her arms above her head, Zachariah had to struggle to hold back a moan. She was a petite woman, yet he could see strength in the graceful curve of her back.
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