Perhaps it was what she'd intended all along. This heat, this passion, this madness simmering between them had gone on for too long. She was done fighting it.There was nothing stopping her. Buchan was dead. Her duty to him--if she'd owed him one--was gone.Her long imprisonment, not knowing when or if she would ever be free, had taught her to take what moments of joy and pleasure she could eke out of life when she could. There might not be another chance.And somehow she knew this would give her pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known. She wanted to feel passion just once in her life. Even if that were all that could ever be between them. His offer was clear--as it had always been. He'd never claimed to want anything more from her than this.She didn't want anything more from him ... did she?On the surface nothing had changed. He was still a bastard. Still the man who was said to have betrayed his clan and murdered his wife. Still a ruthless mercenary who sold his sword to the highest bidder and claimed to care about nothing.But he cared far more than he let on.
