Her heart thumped with every step she took closer to him. Finally she stood before him and curtsied deeply. As she rose, he turned to his retinue, and with a wave of his hand, they vanished as if by magic.
“My lord, it is such a pleasure to welcome you back to Warwick Castle.” Thank God her voice came through without a tremble or a break.
She wanted so badly to hurl herself into his arms, to tumble with him to the floor, to make up for all these wasted months of yearning. But she stood rigidly waiting for him to speak.
“Why did you leave so abruptly, Amethyst?” His tone was flat, devoid of all emotion.
“I got terribly frustrated and tired of waiting,” she told him the bare truth. “This divorce was taking forever, and I thought my leaving would prompt you to speed up the process.”
“You
