His mind flashed to that time he’d seen her in the water eagerly kissing that boy, her fingers biting into his shoulders as her mouth had moved on his. The male’s expression had been one of wonderment before his eyes had slid closed, lust overwhelming him. . . . Red covered Lothaire’s vision. Elizabeth had writhed against the boy, as if unable to get close enough to him— Lothaire hurled his glass across the kitchen, blood and shards exploding against the wall.
