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glance?‖

    She measured him for the space of one breath. Two. Three. His lack of a riposte gave her the answer she sought. Aye, the Black Dragon had a human side. One that she doubted few people ever saw. ―I would conclude the opposite, but not for reasons you might think. Lightning is the most powerful force on earth. It intrigues, tempts, and taunts you. You cannot master it but it makes you feel something powerful. Only a man who cannot feel life seeks to find ways to destroy his own, if only to define his own existence.‖

    One corner of his mouth crooked. For a pair of heartbeats he said nothing. Then, ―Are you suggesting I am suicidal?‖

    She shrugged, for it was possible she had not read him correctly, though she doubted it. She possessed a gift for reading people‘s hearts and Ruark Kerr‘s was dark. This man had killed. Yet, he was troubled by death.

    ―I am suggesting you are a man unsure of his purpose. Or you are afraid of storms. Either way you are a fool to stand outside in one. This abbey sits on high ground.‖

    ―Aye . that it does.‖ She almost jumped when he touched her cheek as if to brush away tendrils that had fallen from her braid. ―You have not told me your name.‖

    Certain that she was flushed, she lowered the lamp. For if she could see his face, then he could surely see hers. ―Rose. My name is Rose.‖

    His gaze touched the thick rope of her hair lying over her shoulder. ―A rose that smells like lilacs. It must be your room I was given earlier this evening. The linens smell like you.‖

    No one had ever told her she smelled like lilacs and it came as a shock to feel another nervous flutter in her stomach. ―Yes, the room is mine.‖

    Next to Sister Nessa, she had been at Hope Abbey the longest. Sister Nessa had not wanted the room nearest to the hall, but Rose had. It faced south and was the warmest in winter when the trees were barren of leaves. In the summer, shade cooled the room. But it was late springtime, the season Rose loved the most for the lilacs bloomed and she spent weeks making her soaps from the flowering vines outside her window.

    He offered her whisky. ―Would you care to join me, m‘lady Rose?‖

    Common sense told her to go. ―I don‘t drink.‖

    ―Anything?‖ His devilish eyes raked her. He was baiting her now. ―I had not believed Tucker gave up his taste for spirits but I have seen nothing here.‖

    Only Friar Tucker‘s closest friends knew that he no longer drank spirits. ―You have known each other long?‖

    ―Long enough to be aghast he has left his flock to the wolves.‖

    She scoffed at his sarcasm. ―The presence of one male at this abbey would hardly keep wolves at bay, my lord. We live in the borderlands. Friar Tucker has not abandoned us. He will be back the end of the month. His uncle passed away. He has gone to Redesdale.‖

    Roxburghe‘s expression altered minutely. ―Redesdale? Near Kirkland Park? Lord Hereford‘s lands?‖

    ―If you know Friar Tucker then you know he lived in the area long before Lord Hereford‘s return last year. You need not worry that he holds allegiance to Hereford. He does not.‖

    Roxburghe seemed to study the bottle in his hand. ―Did he know Countess Hereford and her daughter then?‖

    His tone as much as the query gave Rose more than pause. She now understood Roxburghe‘s reasons for coming to the abbey.

    He was following rumors that Lord Hereford‘s wife and child might be alive. Believing that the daughter might hold some value, he was looking for a way to rescue the half brother Hereford had incarcerated. If Roxburghe and Friar Tucker were friends, then his lordship had come here for help. Rose also knew Friar Tucker would not help him.

    She didn‘t want the earl of Roxburghe‘s problems to be her concern. Not now. Looking down at the lamp sputtering against the draft, she cast about for a way to change the topic but could find nothing to ease the tension in her heart. ―I am