“I gave her your face.” He spoke the words through tight lips, as if the admission pained him. The empty teapot clattered on the table. She gaped at him. “What?” His grip tightened, loosening just as suddenly at her pained gasp. “Gurn brought me a woman I didn’t want. For a moment I changed her, gave her the face of my desire.” His eyes opened, revealing his need. “It wasn’t enough.”
