"I melted into his open arms and offered myself. His lips were firm andwarm, his embrace patient. When he broke the kiss he moved to my neck.His lips ...sent a charge through my nipples and I purred instinctively. "Ilove you."The moment broken he stepped into the room and shut the door. "I loveyou too."He removed his coat, handed it to me and took a seat. "I'd like a beerand you in my lap."A rapid respond team would have been proud of my time as I smoothed myskirt and settled into his lap beer in. But he's MY bastard, and dammit, I'm his woman!She stared at him intensely. "Since you're being brutally honest, I'll be brutally honest too. I like the idea of you possessing me. I'd like to hear you say, 'Glory is mine. She belongs to me.' I'm shocking even myself to be so much as thinking this, but I'm actually starting to LIKE the idea of wearing this collar!"Now she was looking at the black fabric in wonder. But then she stared at him with a hard look. "However, young man, don't get any. Oddly, none of Janice's things were there. When Henry asked the eunuch about this he was surprised by the answer."I was waiting to be told which room will be used by this woman, Master." Oh, I see, well the one next to this, I suppose," he replied."Why are you sending me away?" she asked.Patiently, he replied, "I'm not. We have eight rooms, so you may as well have one as your own room; in any case there is no dressing table in here. It makes no difference which room you have your things in; you. Angela had saved me one last time then."Right to the end," Angela nodded."I'm sorry," I said softly and part of me, that lingering aspect that was still human, wanted to cry."Don't be." Angela lifted my chin so she could see my eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for."We kissed, lovers once more, and I regretted doubting Angela the way I had. It had been God's work, not hers, as I'd always known it to be. He'd killed my parents and Angela had simply been his unwitting tool, used by fate to.