““Narrow-eyed, Vane watched her go, watched her hips sway as she glided along. He remained in the archway until she reached her door. He heard it shut behind her. Slowly, very slowly, his features eased, then a Cynster smile tugged at his lips. If he couldn't escape fate, then, 'ipso facto,' neither could she. Which meant she would be his. The prospect grew more alluring by the minute.””
