Cassian lifted a brow.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Then the moment we return, Cecilia goes back to the palace."
Elowen froze. "What?"
Her thoughts tangled instantly. Heat rushed to her face and she struggled to form words.
"I... I..."
Cassian did not let her finish.
He kissed her again, slower this time, his lips moving downward along her throat. Elowen's breathing unraveled on its own.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her body responding before her mind could catch up.
Just when she felt herself slipping completely under the tide of it, Cassian suddenly stopped.
He looked down at her.
The expression in his eyes carried quiet amusement, but there was something deeper beneath it.
"Do you want this?" he asked.
Elowen bit her lower lip. Her thoughts argued fiercely with the warmth running through her body.
Her body won. She let out a small, helpless sound.
"Mm."
Cassian's mouth curved slightly.
He kissed her again. Just as he had the second time the night before, he drew her onto his lap and lifted her by the waist.
Elowen squeezed her eyes shut in pure humiliation.
And still Cassian asked, his voice low near her ear, "What are you thinking about, Ella?"
Elowen forced out the words between uneven breaths.
"If I ever believe you again when you say your leg hurts, then I must be the dumbest hound alive... mm..."
Cassian laughed under his breath.
"Then I suppose our stubborn little hound deserves a reward."
When everything finally settled, Elowen slept for a long time.
When she woke again, Cassian was gone. Only the faint warmth he left behind lingered.
Outside, the sky was still gray and dull. Thick clouds pressed low over the hills. For a moment she could not tell whether it was morning or evening.
Elowen slowly pushed herself upright, pulling the blanket close around her shoulders.
Mira had been waiting outside.
Hearing the movement inside the bed curtains, she stepped in quietly and stopped beside the bed.
"Duchess, you're awake?"
Elowen spoke, her voice hoarse.
"What time is it?"
"Evening," Mira answered respectfully.
Elowen blinked. "Evening?"
Mira nodded. "His Grace gave orders before he left the room. He said you were exhausted yesterday and no one was to disturb you."
Heat rose to Elowen's face again.
She quickly changed the subject. "Where is he?"

At least Cassian still has a trace of conscience.
Anwen and Clarisse? Why would they come here?
Hugh had already examined him. So is he better now, or worse?
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