“If you have brought me here, now, then obviously you have been watching over me. You have seen what he has done, and what he has not done. He could have used me for his own pleasure, as his grandsire did. He did not.
“He took me in when I was desperate and terrified. He fed me, clothed me and sheltered me. He held me when I wept and freed me when I was held captive. He is decent, kind, gentle, intelligent, fantastic in bed,” she groaned, as Tom placed a series of tongue-sweet kisses on the fragile skin of her chest, “and he loves me. As I do him. I could ask for no better man to be my consort.
“And if our love holds, I intend to make him my husband.”
Brigit nodded, not altogether happily, and walked even closer. Tom caught the edge of her power, potent as a lightning strike, as she ben
