65 Chapter 65

Kara squeezed around, taking care not to graze herself against the rough stone wall. Below her the water lapped. He was usually more alert than this, but now there was peace, there wasn't the same need to be on guard—his men certainly weren't. No. They were singing and dancing back at Meg's as well as outside, on the beach. Talk about taking their guards down. Not one of them had even seen her slip in here.

As for the Wolf? He probably thought wild horses wouldn't drag her here after what he'd said. Steps and happiness though. She was happy with the choice she was making. If anyone could help her be a better person, it was him.

Slowly she let out her breath and narrowed her eyes to accustom them to the gloom. The Wolf was sprawled on the bed, still fully dressed, flicking through a pile of papers. Watching the last five years of his life going up in the nearby flames in all probability. A little idly. A little as if it didn't matter now, one way or the other, what came next.