Lance nods with satisfaction and lets go of Andrea’s arms. She dabs at the cuts on the side of his face, cleaning them as best she can with the silk from her dress. As soon as his forehead is clean he wraps his arms around her and pulls her against his chest. She gazes up at his face and sees his eyes fill with fire. Something about his look makes her melt inside, and she relaxes against him.
His smell envelops her and she closes her eyes. A moment later they pop open. I want to believe he cares about me, but why didn’t he save me from the kidnappers? she thinks. She tries to pull away from him, but his arms grip her tighter. She looks at the bloodstained silk on the floor and bites her lip.
If he really didn’t care about me, he wouldn’t have saved me in the church, she thinks. He woul
