He bent his head and laid his lips over hers. Northam knew that no matter what his intentions had been they were of little account now. She was regarding him without censure, waiting, it seemed, for him to be done with his game. The arrangement of her gold and ginger hair, pulled back from her face in a French braid, enhanced the finely exotic, shape of her eyes. Northam watched her brash impatiently at the fine curling tendrils clinging to her temples. Her skin glowed and her mouth-that mouth again-was faintly damp and trembling. He had only intended to take her hat, perhaps make her beg prettily to have it returned. "You are either very well mannered or unafraid." "I am both." Though no challenge had been issued, that statement, cool in its delivery and confident of its truth, raised a rogue's patient smile. There was a fine pink hue rising like cream to the surface of her skin. "You are not straggling." Her face was close to his. Northam rifted Elizabeth from her saddle with very little effort and brought her to sit down in front of him. "You misread me, Lady Elizabeth, and do me a grave injustice." His mare pranced closer to Elizabeth's. "Never say you mean to do me harm," she said a shade breathlessly. She had no defense against the decidedly wicked gleam in his eye. Text Size 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24Ĭontents Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen EpilogueĮlizabeth held out one hand to ward off Northam's final advance.
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