"I wanted to be with you when you awoke."
He lifted one black brow in a look of clear disbelief. "I find that difficult to believe, madam, considering your eagerness to flee my presence earlier."
Rhianna lifted her chin, determined to make him understand. "It wasn't you I was running from."
"Indeed? Need I remind you there was no one else in the room?"
"It was the room I was running from, my lord, not you."
He regarded her a moment, then glanced over his shoulder into the room behind him.
"What was it that frightened you?" he asked, his voice heavily laced with sarcasm. "The bed? The armoire?" His gaze was hard and cold as it met hers again. "The table, perhaps?"/>
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