But this new life would not have seemed so bleak, perhaps even pleasant,
if while it slowly took possession of him, he was not losing the one
thing in all the world that truly mattered: the love of the woman he had
once called his. HIS.....
He felt soft fingers touch the back of his head, then slide downward and
begin to massage his neck and aching shoulders. He did not move,
knowing by touch alone that it was not his mate. He knew it was Kataya,
but was too exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to react one way
or the other.
But to the watching figure in the doorway, there was no such
ambivalence. Sylviana was furious. How different when the shoe is on
the other foot, was a thought she strangled as soon as it began to form
inside her.
She had gone to the spacious bed, surrounded by things she thought
missing from her life, only to experience the same emptiness and sense
of loss at not feeling the familiar body beside her, and having no one
to tell of her contentment. She tried to shrug it off and just sleep.
But she had slept off and on all day, and felt her weariness replaced by
a kind of yearning restlessness. PROBABLY JUST MY CONSCIENCE, she had
told herself. And with this the gentler part of her nature had begun to
rebel, saying that Kalus was a kind and decent man, who deserved better
than to be spoken to and treated as if he were some kind of savage.
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