Catherine Coulter - Magic Trilogy 03 by Moonspun Magic

Author:Moonspun Magic [Magic, Moonspun]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2012-02-05T11:19:45+00:00

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take a look? Did you bruise your leg?”

Her hand fell away as if she’d been touching a hot oven. “Oh, no, I’m fine. This is foolish, really.” He’d asked her so many times what her confession was. Now it appeared that she would have to tell him. She didn’t want to. What he thought of her was too tenuous. She was afraid.

Rafael, for his part, put down her nonsensical behavior to her nervousness about bedding with him. He thought it rather endearing.

Victoria had slowly and thoroughly chewed her last piece of bread before she said, her words a tumbled rush, “I want you to have the lights out, please.”

He paused with the slice of delicious local cheese halfway to his mouth. “It’s only six o’clock. It won’t matter if the lights are on or off. It won’t be dark, as I told you, until after seven-thirty.” She looked ready to burst into tears. Rafael sat back in his chair and studied her. “What’s wrong?

Please, Victoria, there is no reason for you to be afraid of me or what we are going to do. It’s enjoyable, you know, truly. I venture to say that practically all husbands and wives indulge in lovemaking quite regularly.” He didn’t add that once he touched her he hoped she would forget all about her nervousness in any case. Unless, his thinking continued, they were back again to her lack of virginity. He shook his head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, this time his impatience showing through.

She flinched. “Nothing.”

“All right, have it your way. Why don’t you go upstairs now and bathe. I will put our kitchen battlefield to rights.”

She nodded, not looking at him. As she walked from the kitchen, he thought he heard her curse. A man’s curse that sounded very odd coming from her. He very nearly laughed.

After she’d gone, he found himself reverting once again to old thoughts, and his jaw knotted. Perhaps he should toss her a vial of chicken blood when he went to her.

It was close to an hour later when Rafael, garbed only in a blue brocade dressing gown, his thick hair still damp from his own bath, knocked lightly on the adjoining bedchamber door, then opened it quietly.

He stopped short. The room was dark. He blinked to adjust his eyes and saw that Victoria had closed all the draperies, tying them together so there were no gaps.

“My God,” he said aloud, torn between annoyance and amusement, “will you put a sack over my head as well?”

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