The sharp rat-a-tat at her chamber door jerked Fury from her contemplation of herself in the mirror. Setting the hairbrush down, she raised her chin.

"Come."

It was absurd the way her heart hammered. Unless Flint could walk through walls, it couldn't be him.

The door creaked open, and she was appalled to find herself on her feet.

"Susan."

Was she stupid? Flint hadn't come in last night. She'd lain awake all night, listening. Some of the time with ...