“Last chance to change your mind, Nina,” he said, drowning me in perfect blue. As he spoke, a finger glanced the column of my throat, drew a line down my chest to the ribbons of my nightgown, pulled them free. I watched those eyes turn wild, ravenous. “You’ve got this one last second to tell me to leave.”
In answer, I kissed him. Amid all the noise, the endless machinations of this world, there was little else I knew better than that I wanted Patrick Colson. That I was willing to do whatever it took to stay here, like this. I’d traveled to every village and parish on the continent, but that any other man might have captured my attention seemed unfathomable to me now. None came close. There was only Patrick and his secrets and these walls.
How had that happened? How had he eclipsed everyt
