Jacqueline was mortified. Not only had she invited Angus to kiss her, but she had enjoyed his touch.
At first. That parting kiss, though, had stolen away both her surprise and pleasure. Aye, he revealed then what he thought of her, and she recalled all her mother’s admonitions to her half-sister Alienor on the comport of whores.
Her cheeks burned with shame and she could not meet Edana’s gaze. She sat up and pushed her hair from her brow, unwilling to remain abed where he had touched her thus.
Edana’s stare was too unswerving to grant Jacqueline any faith that her discomfort was truly hidden. Her braid had loosened during the night and she made to unfurl the tangle, hiding her face beneath its golden curtain. Her fingers shook as she unknotted the lace, the task taking longer than ever
