Catherine grimaced as the heavy door closed tightly in her face. Looking up and down the hall, she quickly rose to her feet and ran to the deeper shadows of a nearby alcove.
“Pig! Animal!” She cursed Malcolm under her breath as she ran a hand through her wild tresses, causing her golden hair to fan out over her bare breasts. He wasn’t worth her spit. And that s**t Jaime. Let him have her for all she cared. After all, it was Edward whom she wanted to keep from marrying the b***h. She was finished with them both.
Furtively, she made her way down the stairway back toward her room, pausing in every shadowy corner, alcove, and window seat. As she padded along with stealthy steps, dead Howards leered down at her from the paintings that hung on the walls. The long corridor stretched out before
