Chapter 5“What does my sister mean to you?”
The simple question made Bron D’Extrian’s face drain of color and the bronze-toned flesh on his arms visibly horripilate. His green eyes, once ablaze with lust, now took on a cast of—
Of what?—astronomical ruefulness?—unmitigated fear?
His mighty erection, the one he had started pumping the moment Vita returned to the bedchamber, shriveled in his hand. “Your Highness, I never meant to—”
Vita seethed with instant rage. The use of the formal address, along with his guilty expression, sent blades of jealousy into her heart, slicing it in two. “Then my sister, Lancine D’Olica, has supped from you? She has tasted the power of your seed?”
“Only once.”
“Damn you, Bron!”
He planted his bare feet on the marble floor of the bed pedestal and stood. “
