Christine Feehan Quote

She read the train schedule in dismay. There was no service for two more days. She could use charm to beg a ride from someone, but that meant being in the small confines of a car for an extended period of time. It probably was the lesser of two evils.She heard male laughter, low, amused, mocking. Raven sank down onto the bed, her heart beginning to pound. His voice was black velvet, a weapon in itself. She forced her mind to be calm even as she felt the brush of his fingers on her face. How did he do that? It was the lightest caress, but she felt it down to her toes. He was stretching lazily, his body refreshed from his sleep, his mind once more alive with feeling. He was enjoying sparring with her.She blinked at the strange question. she echoed.Male amusement could be very annoying. She began to braid her heavy mass of hair. There was something captivating in his voice, mesmerizing. It tugged at her heartstrings, put terror in her mind. It was a clear taunt.She laughed at him, the sound wrapping his body in flames.