You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.