With a sigh then, Damien picked up his wineglass and leaned back in his chair. “Go to bed, angel.”
“To bed?”
His mouth twisted faintly at the hint of alarm in her tone. “Alone, love. You are free to retire alone. I won’t demand to share your bed. I’ll wait until you invite me.”
Vanessa rose on trembling legs. He meant to let her go.
“Sleep well.”
She made her escape before he could change his mind.
When she reached the Chalice Chamber, Vanessa shut the door behind her and leaned weakly against it. Damien had given her a reprieve. For tonight, at least, he didn’t mean to force her to fulfill their brazen bargain.
The key in her hand seemed to burn a brand in her flesh.
After a moment’s hesitation, she bolted the door and then placed the key on the dressing table. Then she turned to survey the elegant chamber, wondering what she should do.
The lamps had been lit and a fire burned cheerily in the grate, while the covers of the bed had been turned down invitingly. At the moment, however, she felt too restless to sleep or even to read.
The draperies had been closed against the night air, but she drew them wide, letting the moonlight stream into the room. For some time Vanessa stood at the window, watching the silent gardens below, letting the silver-white peace soothe her frayed nerves.
Finally, though, she turned away and put out the lamps.
In the semidarkness she removed her gown and donned a cambric nightdress, wondering wryly what Damien Sinclair would think of her modest attire. She supposed that when he did at last demand that she honor their bargain, he would require a filmy negligee or some such trifling costume.
The bed was soft and welcoming. The long journey and the tension of the evening had taken a greater toll than she realized, and before she knew it, Vanessa fell asleep.
She dreamed of him… of Lord Sin restlessly walking the night. Of Damien taking her in his arms, of his kissing her.
His kiss was tender and passionate, sweet and fiery all at once. It had the power to rob her of breath, to make her limbs melt like warm honey…
When she came awake, the delicate scent of roses greeted her while her body throbbed with a strange heat.
She couldn’t tell what had roused her from sleep. For a moment Vanessa lay there listening to the quiet crackle of the fire in the hearth and the slow beat of her own heart.
Moonlight poured through the open draperies, and in the luminous glow, she realized something lay on the pillow beside her.
Hesitantly she reached out to touch it. It was a rose, slender, fragile, soft as velvet.
Wondering if she were still dreaming, she lifted her gaze to stare across the room… directly into the silver-smoke eyes of Damien Sinclair.
Chapter Five
He was lounging before the fire in a brocade dressing robe of midnight blue. Still watching her, he raised a snifter to his lips.
“Would you care for a brandy, angel?”
He was no dream, she realized. His voice was soft and sensual as the moonlight, the expression on his handsome face just as beguiling.
Unsure whether to be alarmed, Vanessa fumbled for the silk wrapper draped across the foot of her bed. “What do you want, my lord?”
“Would you be surprised if I said companionship?” When she stared at him, he shrugged. “I find sleep eludes me at times, especially since my sister’s accident. I prefer not to deal with my demons alone. Will you not join me here by the fire?”
Not wanting to remain in such a vulnerable position, she drew on the wrapper over her nightdress and rose from the bed. When she had buttoned the garment to her neck, she approached him cautiously, moving to stand near the fire.
“How did you get in here? You must have used a key.”
“No, you possess the only key.”