But had he not been at Tilia's house all night?
She nodded her head slowly. "Simon will probably think that way, too."
From his seat on the floor, David looked up at her with a hard smile. "And, since I am certain you gave him incomparable pleasure in bed, he will overcome any objections he has to seeing you again."
She felt as if he had stamped on her heart. To him she was nothing but a harlot to be used to ensnare his enemies.
And if that was all he thought she was, how could she find it possible to think any better of herself?
If I am not a whore, what am I?
But she would tell him the truth whether or not he chose to believe it.
"Nothing happened between us," she said tonelessly.
He stared at the carpet. She saw hope struggling with doubt in his face.
Doubt won. His smile was cynical.