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what Heinman and Weissman had been saying.
    Heinman’s hand then slipped from her hip, his fingers moving down to the throbbing rise of her clitoris. Uri Weissman roared and then bucked like a wild animal, forcing himself deeper still, his cock throbbing as orgasm washed over him, and as if his ejaculation was like lighting a fuse, the sensation flared and then exploded through each of them.
    Casswell went back to his suite. Sarah never disappointed him. He smiled; once she returned to her room he would have Chang bring her too him.
Chapter 5
    The next morning in the vaults of the museum, Sarah sat alongside Casswell, working in silence as they so often did. Sarah’s body and mind ached, but it felt good to be back into their usual routine. She replayed the conversation she heard in the sitting room the night before. Maybe she had misunderstood what Weissman said; after all, she only caught a brief moment of the conversation.
    It was almost lunchtime and the morning’s work had gone well. Glancing up at the clock, Sarah wondered whether by some miracle Mustafa Aziz, the museum curator, had forgotten about the second part of the bargain struck by Anna Weissman. It seemed unlikely, even though he had not appeared all morning, although neither had Anna Weissman. Sarah wondered fleetingly what Anna had made of her initiation.
    But now, for the first time since arriving in Turkey, Sarah felt cool and relaxed, and it was a real sense of relief that her concentration could return to the computer screen. Reading Beatrice’s account of daily life at the castle was a delight, like catching up at long last with an old friend – a friend whose life was also not running as smoothly as she would have liked.
    …I do not know what to do. I fear that our lives here are about to change forever. This morning my master told me he has been greatly honoured by the king. His visit was to judge if he was worthy of the honour. At first I thought my master meant by gift of land, or perhaps a title to add to those already held by him, for he is indeed a true and loyal subject. He said no. It seems that the king’s cousin, the Lady Cassandra of Villon, so very recently widowed by a man twice her age, feels in need of a new husband and that husband it seems is to be my master. Although this is a political alliance, gossip in the castle yard already has it that the Lady Cassandra has a reputation as a woman of great passion and plans to be a wife in every sense. None of these things bode well for me. I sense my master is torn by this strange turn of events.
    His majesty has gone so far as to grant my lord a divorce from his first wife so he can fulfil his part of this obligation, although I suspect from my lord’s demeanour that however great the honour, he is not delighted by the news. I suspect he knows this is yet another marriage meant to secure his position within the court and assure the king of his loyalty, as if his actions and oath of allegiance were not enough already.
    The whole household has been instructed by his lordship that we are to make ready for a visit from his betrothed before the month is out. I fear for what is to become of me. In the absence of there being a lady of the house I have taken on many of those duties, including seeing that my master’s children are schooled and cared for and that the house is run in a manner befitting a man of his station. I hoped that one day he might take me for his own – but perhaps it’s true that this is a foolish thought…
    Sarah read on through Beatrice’s feverish preparations for the Lady Cassandra’s arrival, on through tales of cooking and cleaning, until it seemed Beatrice would drop from the work heaped upon her.
    …And now I know that I am undone and there truly is no future here for me. Lady Cassandra called me to her chamber within a short time of her arrival in the quiet hours before the great feast that I have worked so hard to prepare in her honour.
    When she arrived,