Chapter 220

She pulled herself up and kissed her companion’s smooth, almost boyish jaw and whispered "sorry."

It wasn’t the poor guy’s fault that he had no knowledge of who she was, or he wouldn’t have dared to touch her. He would have sidled away from her, treating her like a pariah as the rest of the crowd had done once Kal had walked by, his gray gaze devouring her with unhurried interest. Once they had all realized she was Kassandra Jeno Timandros, prisoner and possession of Darian Timandros, she was not to be looked at or even spoken to, especially by another man.

Because Tobias, her one friend who hadn’t turned away from her, who had tried to contact her even after Rhode’s death and her marriage, had ended up in jail on some trumped-up charges Darian and that equally arrogant Kal had fabricated out of thin air.

The depth of her hatred for Darian left her shaking uncontrollably.

A steel band wound around her waist and jerked her away from the stranger. Maybe he was even a teenager, she thoug