‘So don’t,’ Sastra looked up into the icy burn of his cool blue eyes as he held her tight. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she searched his face. ‘We’ll find another way…’
He released her then, hands dropping away as he strode across the room. His hands lost to dark red hair as she watched him weigh his decision. His set his free hand on his hip, and she saw the muscles shift as he straightened and lifted his chin. Finally, he turned back to her.
‘I made an assumption this evening, I was wrong. Excuse me.’
‘What assumption?’ Sastra couldn’t help but ask, curious. He had thrown her with the sudden change in conversation.
‘That you might wish to spend the night together. I was wrong to even consider it. Excuse me,’ he moved as if to walk around her to the door.
‘No,’ she shifted to bl
