Alasdair rolled over in time to see the sorceress stroll into the bathing chamber. She pushed the door closed with one toe and when he heard her clothing hit the floor, he smiled to himself.
As soon as the water began to run, he was on his feet.
Alasdair cast aside his towel and stealthily made his way across the room, eying the half-closed door all the way. He flattened himself against the adjacent wall and edged toward the narrow opening.
What would Morgaine le Fee do to a man who surprised her in her bath?
Alasdair refused to think about it. He had to win her approval, he had to gain her affections, and some hard thinking had given him an idea of precisely how to manage the deed. The lady was wary of men, that much was certain, and ’twas clear she had been poorly used in the past.
