Arthur Britannicus (34 page)

Max nodded tersely. The necklace Calista was wearing was extravagant, even by her standards. It sparked and flamed at her throat. Something about the strangeness of it spoke of Calista’s character, the flashes of anger and insight of which she was capable. Bizarre, how the pale green gems matched her strange eyes exactly. They glittered now as she gazed at him, their paleness outlandish in the candlelight.

Those eyes had been the reason he had refused her. He’d been unable to face a life of not knowing what lay hidden in their depths.