58 Chapter 58

All she damned wanted? All the way down the stairs and out to the coach, Cass fought the clawing urge to kick and bite, the frustration that seared her veins, for perhaps the first time ever. At least he hadn't asked her to prove it. If only because Belle had walked in. Belle. After Cass had told her where to go too. Belle had knocked first of course. At least she swore she had.

Seeing her was the final straw in a hay load of last ones. Ridiculous when he meant to betray Cass, that the longing sizzling along her veins like lightning sparks should so undermine her, she'd been incapable of rational thought in that second.

But when it came to doors, to knocking on them, just how many had Belle listened at since Cass arrived here? Sufficient for Belle to stake her claim on him all the way down the stairs. Devorlane one, Devorlane two, Devorlane three bags full.