Chapter 1881 Straight To The Point

• Thornelia let the words drift across the space between them, smooth as velvet yet laced with challenge. "Aren't you even going to pour me a drink?"
• Finnegan answered with something that had nothing at all to do with wine—or courtesy—which only deepened the hush between them.
• Thornelia drew her long legs back, a faint crease marking her brow. She leaned across the low table, caught the neck of the crimson-glass bottle, and tilted it so that a thin ribbon of burgundy slid into the waiting crystal, barely filling it.