Dread held her immobile. She quaked a little.

She'd gone a little far with the business of the making his mark she was the first to admit it. Flint was the most intelligent man she'd ever met. He could read and write perfectly. But it was too late to turn back now, even if she shuddered to think what terms he'd insist on. She ran her tongue around her lips to moisten them.

"And what are they exactly? Hmm?"

His gaze swept the room as it had the hanging of ...