Benedict stared out at the rain-filled night from the window in the bedchamber. Warin had not yet returned. He’d already warmed himself by the fire and changed to the dry clothing Jonas had provided for him.
His mood had turned decidedly melancholy while waiting for Warin. He couldn’t quite figure out the reason. Well, but he suspected it was because he knew the time here with Warin was surely at an end. Or nearly so. He should be jubilant.
Benedict shook his head. What was wrong with him? Where was the fear he’d felt when Warin first abducted him? Touched him while he was shackled? Benedict trembled, his c**k hardening at the reminder. He should be repulsed, shouldn’t he?”
The plain truth was, he wasn’t repulsed, and he wanted to spend many more days with Warin. He wasn’t foolish enoug
