“I have no idea what your room looks like—obviously—but if you desire to change anything, redecorate in any way, please feel free to make it as comfortable as you would like.” “Tristan. I understand you wish to refrain from intimacy, but cannot we at least sleep in the same bed?” “No.” His sharp tone jolted her. “Despite what you might believe, I desire you a great deal. And I am only human. If we are to continue with this marriage, you must obey me in this. There is no room for negotiation where children are concerned.” Marion released his arm, the blood leaving her face. Feeling herself sway, she grasped the door latch. “Are you all right?” It still unnerved her how much Tristan could sense without having his sight. “Yes, I am just fatigued from my journey.” “No doubt. Then I will bid you good night.” With a slight nod, he turned, Argos at his heels.
