At dawn, the storm finally subsided. Senna opened her swollen eyes and found herself lying against the man's broad, solid chest.

Her heart sank instantly.

She had actually allowed herself to weep uncontrollably in the arms of her enemy last night-and even cried herself to sleep. How could she have sought comfort in the warmth of the man who had wronged her? She shouldn't have.

Senna clenched her fists slightly, berating herself over and over.

Magnus was still asleep, his arm wrapped ...