CHAPTER 3

Lorik Gorethorn looked down at the woman in his arms. She had collapsed against him in a tangle of limbs, the cowl she wore wrapped around her arms and fell to cover her delicate face.

With a smooth movement, he broke the ties easily and let it fall to the floor.

The shock of auburn hair confirmed what her complexion had already hinted at. He might have spoken freely due to whatever drug ran in hi