![]() "My sweet," he murmured… and Rowena sank down, fearing him for a new reason. When he cocked his head at her, she floated to him as if she were his Persephone, bound by an invisible chain. The king of the underworld himself could not have looked more regal and striking than Gareth at that moment. He was garbed all in black threaded with silver. The thronelike seat would have dwarfed a lesser man, but its graceful curves only enhanced the edge of dangerous masculinity held in check by Gareth. He sat at the end of the hall with one foot propped in a massive carved chair Rowena had never noticed before. ![]() For some unknown reason, Sir Gareth of Caerleon had chosen to play lord of the manor this night. It was written in his eyes, every elegant line of his being. The word she had sought for the change in him rose unbidden to her mind. A shock as warm and brilliant as lightning passed between them. ![]() ![]() She met Gareth's gaze across the teeming hall. ![]()
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