Emily turned from the window. "When will Ashton and Godric return from London?"

"Sometime late tonight," Lucien said. "He guessed they would miss dinner."

Emily's heart pitched south in disappointment.

She missed Godric, missed the heated glances, the tenderness of his lips, the rough weight of his body, those hands that drove her to madness. But she also missed the rich timbre of his voice, the way he saw to her every need. She even missed his desire to sleep ...