“You have nothing to prove to me,” Lore said. “Why would you think that?” Castor turned to look at her, a faint smile on his face. But his eyes blazed with power, and with that same wild, irrepressible feeling she was drowning in. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asked quietly. “I wanted to be worthy of you.” “Worthy of me?” she began. Her words often came out too quick, too clumsy, too sharp, and she didn’t want that. Not this time. “Cas.”
