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She alht

She was absolutely not going to allow her sister to end up with so

But—-

Fleur bit her lip She did want the opposite of tedious for her sister, but the marquis seemed a bit too erous, in every way Did she really trust this man to look after her sister?

“Milady,” the marquis murmured

She carefully wiped her face clean of any expression, asking, “Yes?”

“I can pro not to hurt her, and this I swear on my honor as one of the Galeré”

She said slowly, “Alright”

Seeing the apprehensive look she gave him, Ilie said mildly, “I’m no monster, milady”

“Oh, but you are, milord” Fleur’s smile didn’t reach her eyes “Everyone is, next to my sister”

ILIE’S HIRED CARRIAGE parked a few feet away froenerous view of the establishraced the walls, its intricate floral patterns co and the elaborate design of the carpet

The shop was near to full, but he found her easily enough, seated alone in one of the tables, enjoying a slice of cheesecake while reading a book of poetry

The biggest romantic of all, Fleur had said

Ilie frowned He had thought the girl was lying, but maybe not

With his power cloaked and the hired carriage giving him anonymity, Ilie had all the chance in the world to feast his eyes on her, and so he did, his gaze roa over her ever so slowly

Her hair was a ed on top of her head, with a few locks let loose to frahtest shade of blue, like the skies of Ciel And her lips were small and shaped like a rose—-

Ilie iined those lips under his, and lust uncurled inside hi his blood

Soleil Orpheline was his heartkeeper

His

No one else’s

Possessive pleasure flooded hiht

He had known about the possibility that she existed, of course, but he had not let hi the world for over nine hundred years He had thought he had seen it all and believed that he had missed his chance