Bianca

When I woke, I was alone in my bed and I did not know whether to feel relieved or troubled. St Just had returned to his room saying that he thought I needed some privacy but all night long, I had been dreaming of a man with hair the color of the darkest night and eyes that were slashes of ice blue, a man whose touch had made me tremble and long for him.

Sometime during the night, I came awake, the bedclothes wound around my legs, moaning.

The sheets were damp with my perspiration although the room was cool.

I felt myself and saw to my amazement, that...