The sun warmed the room, stretching tendrils between the hangings of the bed and tickling Anne's cheeks as she rolled over. She murmured, dragging her eyes open and blinking the sleep out of her lashes. She propped herself on one arm to look down at the man beside her, a mixture of resignation and tenderness in her eyes.
There was no future in their liaison, she knew that. Nor did she want there to be. She hadn't been in her right mind last night – she'd been full of hurt and betrayal and fury, all of which were the wrong emotions to begin a relationship with. After all, those who lived by the sword often died by the sword. Her father had told her that often enough. No. It would be best if she acted as though the last few hours had never been. Lord Brandon had restored her sense of self-w
