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Love was for other women who wanted nothing more than a man to rule their days. “I told him his hope for our union was impossible and to woo another woman.”

      “What? Since when do you find him as repulsive as you did Fernando? Is it because they resemble each other so closely?”

      “No. I find Enrique too thrilling. We kissed and I wanted more.”

      Isabella laughed gaily, turning a fast circle only to stop. “You said you wanted more. Why then are you denying him and yourself?”

      “To save others, as I did Fernando. If he had been anyone else’s husband save yours, and I had wed a man who refused to allow my healing, Fernando would have died. How can I permit such a thing? How can anyone, and for no other reason than I happen to be a woman?”

      “Sancha.” Isabella embraced her. “I fear for your safety. The Inquisition has spies everywhere. Many of them are probably here tonight, eating my husband’s food and enjoying his drink.”

      “Those spies have always been around, even when I tended Fernando.”

      “You had me to protect you.”

      Fighting a smile, she cradled Isabella’s cheek. Her little sister was more warrior than she, both of them battling the constraints of their sex. “Protect me during my absence. Tell anyone who inquires that I felt ill and took to my bed. Surely, no one will come in here to see proof of my sickness.”

      “Enrique might.”

      Enrique would. He was not a man to let anyone deny him.

      She should have been disturbed at the prospect of them in this room alone, both bared to each other’s sight and touch, him wanting, seeking, demanding everything she could give.

      Warmth coursed through her. She recalled their kiss, his thickened shaft pressing against her mound. A dull ache had filled her then, her channel growing increasingly congested, needy of a man to fill and possess that part of her. Even now, moisture lingered on the soft folds between her legs, proof of her desire for love and physical pleasure despite what good sense told her.

      This had to stop. “If Enrique does come here, send him away.” If he refused to be strong in this matter, she’d have to be for both of them.

      Isabella sighed. “You have no hope of a future with him?”

      Sadly, no. “I explained my position and he refused to see matters as I do. He would stand in the way of my healing anyone except him, our children, and the rest of the family.”

      “He wants to protect you. In time, you may change his mind on the matter.”

      “How many will die as I wait for his decision? No man, even a good one, has a right to ask such a thing of me.” She pressed Isabella’s hand to her cheek. “I trust you with my secret and life, little sister.”

      Isabella hugged her fiercely. “I will never fail you.”

      * * * *

      Enrique checked dozens of bedchambers, each empty of guests though filled with their clothing and other personal articles. A quick search told him none of the items belonged to Sancha. The silks and gems were garish, nothing like her.

      She had to be somewhere in the castle, no doubt with Isabella, who’d left the dining hall never to return. Hopefully, she was trying to change Sancha’s mind about what she and Enrique had fought over.

      He closed the last door, sensing even the most impassioned speech or his kisses and ardent lovemaking wouldn’t change Sancha’s mind on anything for long. She was as stubborn as Isabella, perhaps more so, her willfulness nearly as bad as his.

      He’d never acquiesce to her plans to save the world. The danger she faced was incomprehensible, his determination as great. Whatever it took, he’d keep her from harm.

      He bolted down the hall and checked balconies this time. He hadn’t expected her to return to the one where they’d met, though there was always hope.

      She wasn’t there.

      He slammed the doors and searched five more balconies, each seeming to be a league away from the others. On the last at this level, he leaned against the stone railing, gulping air. The hour was late. He was tired and wanted naught but comfort in her arms.

      Ha. Her loving embrace wasn’t likely to happen this evening.

      He pushed away. A slapping noise sounded below. He scanned the grounds but found nothing amiss in the olive grove. Moonlight had turned the green leaves ashy. Twisted trunks left long shadows across the grass.

      Something moved in the corner of his eye.

      A peasant rode a mule on the grounds, his back to Enrique, hair hidden by an acorn hat. How curious that the guards had allowed the man this close to the castle.

      Enrique leaned over the railing again for a closer look at the next peasant, also on a mule and departing this place. This individual was the size of a boy fourteen years old or so and wearing a sack hat. He carried something in a cloth bag tethered to his mule. From this distance, Enrique couldn’t make out the contours of whatever was inside. Another peasant came into the scene, as large as the first fellow.

      Enrique studied the bag, guessing that Fernando might have given food to those in need. If so, one of the men, not the boy, should have carried the items. Given their superior age, they’d be in charge, distributing any meal to others in the village. If that was their destination.

      The first in line stopped, his hand lifted to signal the others. Their mules also came to a halt. The fellow in front turned to the boy and said something Enrique couldn’t hear. The boy in turn twisted around to speak to the man behind him.

      Enrique blinked then stared. Moonlight touched the boy’s face, which was decidedly female and quite beautiful with dark eyes, delicate features, and a mouth he’d never forget.

      Sancha.

      Despite the odd scene that should have had him questioning his eyes, he recognized the way she gestured when speaking, how she glanced to the side while gathering her thoughts, then met the other person’s gaze once she knew what to say.

      Enrique opened his mouth to call out but didn’t, sensing she and the others would flee. He raced from the balcony and down the great stairs to the castle entrance, intent on following her the moment he gained his horse.

      Upon arriving here, the stable boy had taken the steed, presumably to the stables. Enrique had no idea where they might be. Isabella hadn’t given him a tour of them.

      He rushed to the dining hall and Isabella’s side. At his fast approach, she and Fernando looked up. The others were busy getting happily drunk and fat to pay him any heed. Save for Luscinda and her mother. Both waved.

      Enrique bent down to Isabella, so those surrounding them couldn’t overhear. “Where is she going?”

      Fernando frowned. “Where is who going?”

      “Sancha.” He spoke to Isabella. “Tell me. I saw her outside, dressed as a boy, leaving with two men.”

      She leaned away from him and Fernando, whose frown had deepened. He pressed closer. “What have you helped Sancha to do?”

      “Nothing. If she dressed as a boy, she gained the clothing on her own.”

      “You know her destination and what she intends to do there.” Enrique planted his hands on his hips. “Admit it.”

      “Why?” She lifted her chin. “Do you intend to stop her?”

      “My goal is to protect her.”

      Fernando narrowed his eyes. “From what? Who?”

      Enrique gestured helplessly to Isabella. “Tell me. Please. I promise no harm will come to her from me or anyone else.”

      “Do as he asks.” Fernando rested his hand on Isabella’s arm. “If you refuse and anything untoward happens

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