‘I should have kissed her,’ he thought and felt himself thrill suddenly at the thought.
He remembered how she had clung to him that night when she had fled from the dwarf and he had found that she was a girl and not a boy.
He remembered the feeling of her soft body in his arms, the fragrance of her hair and the trembling of her hands as she clutched onto him.
“Dammit all! Why am I running away?” Lord Lynke asked himself aloud.
He would go back to her and tell her once again that he loved her whether she was rich or poor, important or of no consequence whatever.
That must have been the real reason why she had refused him because she thought that he wanted her money and her position, as, however much he had said to the contrary, she believed that he had merely turned his affections from
