Chapter Twelve
“Will you try to ransom me?” Casia asked Titus as they were eating breakfast in his room. They were naked, bodies sensuously entwined. He fed her figs and crusty bread, followed by generous swigs of spring wine.
“Why would I when I have what I want from you?”
Her hand grazed his genitals. She felt a happy flutter in her belly as this virile package throbbed with life. “You don’t fear that my husband will bring out his troops against you?”
“I fear everything your husband does—since he is hell-bent on destroying me.”
“I hardly think that!”
“Don’t be indignant, Milady, it is the truth,” he snickered. “We need our enemies. He is mine and I am his.”
“But for so long you stayed happily within your borders and left each other alone. What kind of enemy was that?”
“Illusia
