Samantha squeezed Donovan's arm, her warm fingers digging into his muscles, the sharp pinch dragging him back to this time and place. Donovan looked up at her, and at that moment he wished with all his heart that he could take her in his arms. He wanted to hold her close against his aching chest.

He craved her warmth, like a man banished forever to an icy realm. Yet she remained just beyond his reach.

"Tell me," Samantha demanded. "Is this the truth or another of your lies?"

"Samantha, there is no need to persecute the man," Helena

said. "He doesn't want to discuss it."

"Fine." Samantha released him, folding...