Kate was so startled that she could not speak. The words lodged in her throat like a hot ball.
"I am sir Luscious of Arkaans. I reckon you are Kate?"
His voice falls around her like silk.
"Luscious," Kate mutters. The name swirls around her tongue like bile. But each time she stares at him, she feels an irrepressible urge to fall deeper and deeper into him.
"That is an unusual name, and I have never heard of Arkaans." Meredith says, her eyes clouded by suspicion.
Luscious seems to pause and consider. Then he laugh, Kate's heart thudded in her chest. "You see, I am an unusual man." He laughs again, a loud raucous laughter that sounds unnatural.
Kate takes a step back. "Why did you follow me here?"
Luscious feigns a hurt look. "Why, I think you are the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And we do have history. Yes, we do?"
"I have never seen you."
