When Kira awakened in the familiarity of the warrior’s tent, ’twas nearly dark. She rolled over and her breath caught in her throat when she found him watching her silently. Their gazes locked but he did not move. She had the impression he was waiting for her to collect her thoughts.
It had been disconcerting to realize the magnitude of her relief at the sight of this stern warrior in the white tent. The man had done little to endear himself to her, though she had to admit that he had not been as cruel as she had anticipated.
At least, not as yet. Did he mean to gain her trust before abusing her? ’Twould be heinous.
Kira had to admit that she could not have imagined that her maidenhead would be intact after an entire night in the Mongol camp.
Perhaps he was not so wicked as she had fea
