Every eye in the great hall was on Lady Apryll. In a clinging white gown, she floated through the revelers like a wanton angel, inflaming the interest of Lord Devlynn. Brazenly he took her in his arms and promised her ecstasy. Before the night was over, she vanished--along with the castle jewels, the lord's finest horses, and his young son. All that remained of the kidnapping temptress was her gown pooled upon his chamber floor, mysteriously stained with blood. . . But Devlynn's plan to punish her goes awry when he discovers Apryll's true motives and her own betrayal by those she trusted. For his greatest weakness is his undeniable attraction to the seductive woman whose kisses can still carry the sting of treason.