Again, she regretted having drunk so much wine. She desperately needed her
thoughts to be sharp, not muddy.
“So it seems we’re finally alone,” he said.
Kate was certain he could hear how loud her heart now beat.
Magnus leaned over and picked up a red rose petal, squeezing it between his
fingers. “Did they really think this all was necessary?”
She moistened her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. “You don’t find it . . .
romantic?”
He released the petal and it fluttered slowly down to the floor, where it
landed like a splash of blood. “As if I care about such drivel.”
“Many men would on their wedding night.”
“About roses and candles? No, princess. Most men couldn’t care less about
such things. There’s only one thing men are interested in on their wedding night and I think you’r
