Читать книгу Castle of the Wolf - Margaret Moore - Страница 3

Rheged took hold of her shoulders and regarded her sternly.

“There is doing a thing because honor demands it and there is being honorable to the point of madness. I tell you, it’s madness to marry Blane.”

“Do you truly want me to marry Sir Algar, Rheged? Would that make you happy?”

“God, no!” he said through clenched teeth. “I would rather—”

“What?” she pressed, his manner and the look in his eyes making her heart race and her breathing quicken. “What would you rather?”

“What I want does not matter, except that I would see you safe. You won’t be safe with Blane.”

“I would be safe with Sir Algar, though,” she replied, “and cherished, no doubt, as well as given whatever material goods my heart desires.”

“Yes,” he snapped.

“That would be enough, do you think? And I should be content to be the substitute for the woman he loved and lost?”

“No!” he said, his voice husky with need as he tugged her into his embrace and captured her lips with his own.