"Why do you want to know?" The shrug again. "Just wondering." "Really. You've skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or whatever else people of your sort do all day, only to come all the way out to the island to ask me about the piano piece. Because you were " I pushed away from the door. "Coming here to kiss me would have been more believable." "Well, it second on my list." "I'm not intimidated by you," I said, blunt. "If you're hoping I'll turn out to be some pathetic, blubbering little rag-girl who begs you not to ruin her, you're in for a surprise." "That's good." Lord Armand met my eyes. "I like surprises." We gazed at each other, he on the bed and me by the door, neither of us giving quarter. It seemed to me that the room was growing even more dim, that time was repeating the same ploy it had pulled in Jesse's cottage, drawing out long and slow. The storm outside railed against the castle walls, drowning the air within. It layered darkness through Armand's eyes, the once-vivid blue now deep as the ocean at night. Beyond my window the rain fell and fell, fat clouds weeping as if they'd never stop. "Nice bracelet," Armand said softly. "Did you steal it?" I shook my head. "You gave it to me." "Did I?" "As far as everyone else if concerned, yes. You did." "Hmm. And what do I get in return for agreeing to be your...benefactor?" "The answer to your question." "No kiss?" he asked, even softer. "No." His lips quirked. "All right, then, waif. I accept your terms. We'll try the kiss later."