He had made love to Rhiannon MacKay. Malgor de Cion, and quite possibly Renaud, too, would see him swing from the highest rafters while the soldiers he had fought side by side with for over a decade applauded. Why in God’s name had he come to her chamber last night? Because you were jealous of Antony, and you wanted to discover for yourself if she was as true and as chaste as she claimed to be. And chaste she had been, of that he had no doubt. He had broken through her maidenhead, heard her sharp cry of pain. Last night he had found heaven in her arms, and had been stunned at the depth of the emotion he felt for her then, at that moment, when he’d looked into her incredible eyes as he made love to her. And now, as she lay sleeping beside him, the last thing he wanted to do was leave her, but leave her he must, before day broke over the land. Damn, what had he been thinking?
