Bastian lay on his back listening to the quiet night of the castle around him. A pang continually throbbed in his chest. He couldn't forget the look on Jane's face when he'd told her he didn't love her. She hadn't said a word to him all day after that. She'd retreated to her room to pack and had asked Randolph to send her dinner in her room. His butler had looked down his nose at Bastian as he'd explained that the young lady would be leaving at first light. But Randolph didn't ...