Catherine had hoped he had decided to forego that. She sighed. It seemed not. "How?" she asked baldy. Why did he have to be so cryptic? She may be the wager but what did that mean? Surely once wagered she could not be turned over and become the prize once more? Was she brave enough to ask? One glance at his face, which dared her to question him, made her decide. He thought she would not; therefore query him she would. "Please explain my lord, lest I be uncertain of what you mean." The expression of despair on his face was worth every worry she had. Brook looked her over so slowly she was hard pressed not to squirm. It was such a scrutiny, that even innocent people would admit to the most heinous of crimes to change his demeanor. "We wager for you. We play three games of dice. Winner takes all, no side bets nothing less than that," Brook said. "We play tonight, and do not stop until one is the victor. Otherwise you are mine. I think you will be after we dice, but I am happy to let chance decide.
