With a resigned sigh, she waited for him to move back.Instead of darting away as her instincts screamed at her to, she kept herself pressed against the wall and lifted her head to view him.“Ye couldnae sleep?”she asked.
He scowled.“I suggest ye return to yer chambers, Lorna, or I shall be forced to manhandle ye once more and whatever ye might think, I dinnae relish being rough with a lass.”
She lifted her chin.“I willnae go willingly, so ye must manhandle me.But I think ye dinnae want to because ye know ‘tis not in yer nature.”
“What would ye know of my nature?”he spat, closing the gap again.
“I know everything.I know ye better than anyone.”
Logan shook his head and she saw his jaw twitch.A hand sealed itself around her arm, and she was led back into the room.Logan slammed the door shut behind him and flung her onto the bed.
“Ye know naught and I willnae fall for yer trickery.Ye must think me a fool indeed to fall for such lies.”
“Ye have always been far from a fool, Logan,” she whispered, lifting herself up and brushing her hair from her face.
She winced as her muscles protested her movements.No doubt her body was now riddled with bruises from their scuffle, and such behaviour brought back flashes of her husband but she could not reconcile the memory of Walter with the man standing in front of her.This was Logan.He did not harm those weaker than him.He had always been so tender with her.That man had to exist, even if he was buried deep and forgotten.
Though any remaining energy had deserted her, leaving her body cold and shaky, she got to her feet.She might have little strength, but she still had fight left in her.Disconcertion brushed his expression as she approached.
“I willnae fall for yer tricks,” he said stiffly when she inched closer.
Breath held, she reached for his hand and took it.Mayhap curiosity prevented him from doing anything.He did not fight her as she lifted his warm hand to her cheek and pressed her face against his palm.The coarseness sent a well of need and sorrow into her belly and tears pricked her eyes.How many times had she imagined him touching her again?Wishing he had not died?Wishing she had made the most of their time together?
Now she had the chance to rectify that and she would do all she could in her power to have Logan back in her life—whether he remembered her or not.She owed that much to her son at least.
He stared down at her and his gaze flicked to her hand.A crease appeared between his brows, as if he could not comprehend the situation.
“Do ye no’ remember?”she whispered.“Ye loved me, Logan.We made love once.Surely ye must remember that?”
His brows almost knitted and cautiously he brushed a thumb across her cheek.Lorna fought to keep from closing her eyes and savouring the touch.Her heart throbbed painfully.
“Ye must remember.”She inched closer until her breasts pressed into his chest, then she coaxed his other hand to grip her waist.“Do ye no’ recall touching me?Loving me?”
He audibly gulped.In the dim moonlight drifting through the room, his gaze grew intense and...softer?She sucked in a staggered breath and held it—held onto her hope.
“Ye mean to seduce me?”he said finally, the words shattering the air and bursting that hope.
“Nay.I mean for ye to know the truth.”
His lips twitched into a wry smile.“A woman who uses her beauty to overcome her captor?I dinnae think I could trust such a woman to know the meaning of the word truth.”
“How can ye believe the word of that man and not mine?”Frustration burned her throat.She released his hands but to her dismay, they remained upon her.When she went to pull back, he yanked her into him.
“If we were lovers,” he said in a low voice, “where were ye when I was cut down?Where were ye while I recovered from my injuries?”
“I had no choice but to leave.Gillean wanted me dead.”
“And with good reason, I suspect.Ye are as manipulative as he has said.”
“Ye shall learn the truth soon enough.Yer memory shall return or all shall become clear and ye will regret yer every action here.Pray, come with me and ye will see I am no’ lying.”
“And I suppose ye would take me back into yer bed and we shall live happily for the rest of our days.”
A bubble of anguish threatened to break free.Did he not know how torturous his words were?How she had dreamed of such an end for them?Once, she had been too scared to give herself to him, but now, even with him being the half-man that stood before her, she would do anything to have him back.
“Aye.We would,” she replied huskily.
He smirked again.“A tempting proposition indeed.”Slowly, he lowered his head and skimmed his lips over hers.
