“Another took oath with me and broke it.” She leaned gracefully forward in the big chair until their eyes met. “I’m no longer bound.”
“But I––”
“I love you!” she interjected.
The man’s eyebrows lifted.
“Love?” he inflected.
“Yes, love. What is love but good friendship––and sex?”
The man was silent.
A strong white hand slid under the woman’s chin and her elbow met the desk.
“I meant what you thought,” she completed slowly. 111
“But I cannot––”