The Hawk And the Dove (1988)
The Hawk And the Dove
“He leaned against the long window frame staring into the blackness.
“Are you ill?” she cried, rising.
“Nay, only troubled.” He came to the bed and sat upon its edge. “Sabre, when I lay ill, did I tell you anything?”
There was a long, protracted silence while she weighed her words. Then she said softly, “You told me everything.”
He blanched. “Everything?”
She nodded slowly. “Two fathers … two countries … two loyalties. Your friend Fitz—” He put his fingers to her lips to silence her, then caressed her neck with his long, strong fingers. “If I followed the dictates of my brain, I would have to kill you now,” he breathed.
She looked at him steadily, unafraid.
“But I will follow the dictates of my heart and love you.” His hands left her throat and cupped her face in a caress. “I wonder, Sabre, will you betray me?” It was musing rather than a direct question, but she gave him a direct answer and wondered wildly if she spoke the truth or if she spoke lies.
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