He nodded, as if to himself. “Did you plan it, then, Lisbet? You are engaged to another man, and yet you risked coming here, living at my brother’s house. What did you tell yourself? That I could be put off by a ring from the bazaar and a distant fiancé?
“But no, you knew better than that!” he answered himself. “What was in your mind? Another quick, meaningless affair? Is that what you planned for when you came? A little reprise of passion with a barbarian before going back to marry a safe man, a man from your own culture? Did you hope I would be too hungry for your body to turn away from the crumbs you offer? Did you cast me in the part of the beggar at the gates, Lisbet? You mistook me.”
His lips smiled. But as his black eyes met hers a shiver of danger traced her skin. As if she were looking into a cave where a wolf lurked in the darkness.
“Do you tell yourself that I still want you, Lisbet? Do you imagine that it is impossible to kill a love such as mine?” His voice grated over her soul, rough and sharp together. “Or did you hope to find that I had now developed a taste for heartless passion like yours?”
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