Bianca

I stiffened and scrambled to my feet, pushing myself off St Just’s lap quickly, wrapping

my arms around my body protectively as I glared at O’Grady. And I had to use all my will

power to remain indifferent.

This was the man who had called me a Where. Just after, in my naivete, I had confessed to him, that I loved him.

He looked so breathtakingly handsome and so very attractive, his jaw dark with stubble, and his eyes holding mine in an intense look. ...