Since he'd found her in the forest, Callm had gone through every emotion known to man. The worst wasn't what gripped him that first instant, what he'd believed Ewen had done, that second when he was ready to put his name on any peace treaty to stop her marrying the turd, to go to war with Ewen if necessary.

The worst was the second time her mouth touched his and he'd believed—damned stupidly at that—she did want him. Really, truly. The taste of her lips was nectar ...