The Bartered Princess
Lady Jas
Weaving a sinuous line, even down to her hips, her lips parted in a smile as she encouraged Ruth to begin again.
“Dance, Ruthie!” Daphne cried.
The girl froze, staring with disbelief at her former mistress. Following her line of sight, Miriam’s heart lifted when she saw the man with the topknot kneeling beside her sister, so that she was between him and Orm, his grey eyes watching her every move.
Hastily, she brought her hands down to waist height, conscious of his knowing grin.
Why did he have the capacity still to disconcert her so, to throw her off balance?
Bab Populer