She had goosebumps, but whether it was from the chilly breeze or her own dread of what the night would bring, she couldn’t tell. She was dressed in only a sheet wrapped tightly around her nude frame. She couldn’t help but remember how similar this night seemed to her first night with Faolan. The sun had set hours ago and they only had until midnight and damn him he had to be late. Though she supposed she couldn’t blame Zorin. Meeting the requirements of their marriage must not rate highly with him. He was attractive, she could admit even that much, and she was sure that he had plenty of beautiful women willing to share his bed. Not that she cared though. She just realized that he didn’t have to waste time sleeping with her. She hadn’t even started to forget about Faolan, she was hardly excited about the prospect of sleeping with Zorin and she still had a little extra weight from her pregnancy rounding out her stomach and thighs. She was hardly the greatest catch and— “You’re tense,”
