CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Away, away! my heart’s on fire;
I burn, this base deception to repay.
—Ibid, Act II
“There you are. We have to talk.”
“I have better uses for my tongue than mere words,” Corbin said, illustrating his point by skirting the portable tub I’d recently been using, and kissing me.
“Yes, you do, but we really have to talk,” I said as soon as I regathered my scattered wits. Corbin’s kisses had the tendency to leave me utterly bemused, a fact that I simultaneously resented—I hated being out of control—and loved. Who could complain about a man who kissed so well it drove all other thoughts from your mind? I peeled myself off him and grabbed my brown leather bodice. “I have a lot of things to say before Bas and I have to leave.”
“Why leave?” Corbin asked. “Everything
