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Marcellus knocked back his drink and leaned into the plush warmth of the sofa “What if she cannot handle the truth of us, Max?”

“She can She is strong You sa she endured when she thought she had lost me I believe she loves you, and I hope that she won’t be able to bear the idea of losing you”

“Why are you convinced she loves h his veins

“She cried for you”

“What?” He looked at his brother, startled The a his “In ay?”

“I took her for long hours She interchanged our na, she was so lost in her passion”

“That is just lust!” he gritted out What he felt for her went beyond the physical What he wanted was her damn love

“It is more than lust, Marcellus I was the one with her, but she cried for us both, and when she sleeps, she whispers your name This is anted Now I just need to tell her the truth, and her reaction will let us know if she can accept the lifestyle we need”

Emily removed dozens of coats and dresses fro them She had not visited her mother in over two months, and a visit was due She kneould see her action for what it was She only hoped he didn’t realize why she really wanted the space She caressed a pale blue velvet gown, one of the first dresses she had danced with Maxwell in She inhaled, i that she could still smell his scent She then saw the scandalous dress she had danced with Marcellus in Her mind tried to flit to him, and she ruthlessly prevented it The look of pain that had slashed Marcellus’s face when she pulled from him raked at her He had been the one who betrayed her Why should she care so much that he now hurt? But she did care So much her throat burned, and tears blurred her vision

She had expected Maxwell to follow her ilad that he had not Her mind had been a jumbled mess of indecision The door creaked open She spun around She controlled her breathing as Maxwell caer There were none Relief that he was not angry that he had found her in Marcellus’s arh her, but wariness replaced it Why was he not angry? If she had found hiht of loving, she would have been devastated and outraged

“Maxwell, I am so sorry,” she burst out She prayed that Marcellus would keep silent She could not bear for Maxwell to know they had both betrayed hisfrom the horrors of war She would tell him before they aze

“Come here,” he said with a tender smile

She flung herself into his arms

“It is all right, Emily Marcellus and I have spoken”

She opened her o to Marcellus, but the desire to er To be touched and coh she wanted to stay in his ar into its depth For two days they had lain ensconced in each other’s arms She had not asked any questions, yet questions needed answering Instead, she had reveled in having him back in her life, in her arms, and in her body She had been drunk on his vitality and on his love He’d only left the bed when she slept, and she knew he had spent hours with his mother, father, and uncle