She pressed her advantage. She swung the pillow up and slammed it against his chest with enough force to pop the stitches beneath the linen cover. Plumes of white goose down sprayed in all directions, shooting upward like a spring

Samantha gasped. She stared at her enemy through a shower of white feathers, her weapon dangling limply in her hands.

Donovan coughed, waving feathers away from his face. Feathers rained upon him, frosting his black hair, coating his

wide bare shoulders, tangling in the black curls on his chest.

She stared down at him, feathers drifting all around them like snow in a paperweight. He sneezed, scattering feathers everywhere. Without...