Chapter Nineteen
He orders us to ride in silence for a good while, mindful of possible roving enemies, but I am not going to let him off the hook. I am still wet and needy down below from our conversation. His prick must have been rampant-hard and leaching at the memories flooding back—not just of Jaromir’s mother, but of last night. He seems like he is trying to drive thoughts of it and where it might lead us from his mind. I must thwart his efforts. One thought still nags, however.
“If you were unaware that a mara had got her claws into Jaromir,” I ask, no longer able to keep my tongue still, “were you not confused by his order to despoil me? Why did you think he wouldn’t want me as his bride, knowing that it would burn you every day to see me with him and not you?”
“I told you before
