Beschreibung
Pryde sat in a wheelchair, yet he made it look like a throne. He made Kara feel the helpless one.
'The news reached me last night, Lucan, that you had married.' His voice was deep and harshly attractive.
'This Is Kara.' Lucan said it a shade defiantly. 'We met in Fort Fernand ten days ago, just after I returned from Paris. Kara Is Grecian.'
'I see.' Pryde seemed to see into the secret regions of Kara's mind, and the shock it had suffered.
'Welcome to Dragon Bay, Kara.' A faint smile dispelled the severity of Pryde's expression. 'It Is about time a young woman brought the promise of children to this old house.'