"It's an interesting story," said Biham. "One I would love to tell you in detail, but not now." He held her hand on instinct and guided her back to the sofa. "Are you tired, Kinshra? We can do it another time."
She loved his touch. What could she do? She still craved his touch. Even though he had rejected her, she hadn't and she didn't know why. Over the years she had grown used to Lord Haftr. He was a nice fae male. Very caring and patient. She marveled the way he waited for her for ten years, and liked him as to how patiently he helped her out of her depression. Kinshra had regained a lot of control over her feelings. She had emerged as a mature woman.
