She tried to run, but to no avail. Sir Vincent was as fast as he was wily. And Cassandra was no match for a man who, despite his dissipated state, was as strong as an ox. As she struggled in his grip, revulsion in her eyes, he grated "Do you truly think to treat me with disdain? By tomorrow, madam, you will crawl to me, I promise you!" Cassandra gasped in horror at the thought of complying with his wishes. But as his mouth closed over hers, she feared her dreadful fate was sealed.
Cassandra Wells, they called her the Crystal Venus, was she as cold and glacial as crystal and as hard, Just because she had made it clear she did not want a lover? Did Lord Verax think she was? To her surprise she found she hoped not.
Harlequin Masquerade - # 55