105 Chapter 105

As Splendor brought what was inches from her nose into focus, she barely needed to ask if any moves were left. Dawn edged its fingers between the gaps in the shuttered window, and she was finally able to make out what she was staring at. A strand of hay. She fastened her top lip over her lower one and breathed deeply. Her bright star had dimmed. Considerably.

Now that she could barely see the morning light she faced, for the mess she was in, shouldn't she care? Not really. She'd like to but then again ... She sighed.

Stillmore.

Who would have thought a man as merciless as the Strait of Gibraltar would possess a speck of kindness, let alone the horde he secreted beneath his glowering exterior? As for the effect his mouth had on her body, of the reduction of it by degrees to ashes? What was it Papa always said about things only being a mess if you let them be? What a sensible man.

She sighed again and stretched languidly on the pillow that just happened to be Stillmore's shoulder.