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She als of her inner self and her ive in to a force that made her less than who she was And what did the voicemetaphorically?

He saw her home in silence As he helped her down from his phaeton, she could not, would not look at him Without a word, she turned and rushed

up the steps, leaving hi after her

Oh, but she had to escape him and the voice—she had to

She made it to her room unobstructed, but a moment later a knock sounded, and she called out to find it was Molly, come for a lesson

Thankfully she opened her door, and for the next hour put the Marquis of Dartmour’s face out of her mind!

The marquis drove his pair back to the Delleson residence, where he meant to collect Percy He had to think

Sassy had brought hi he did not want to face He lusted for her, ah bloody hell, he did, but not in the usual fashion She was beco an obsession He needed to look into her eyes, those speaking eyes He wanted to watch the flitting expressions move across her face He wanted, no, needed to make her smile

What the hell rong with him?

Since Sassy Winthrop had entered his world, he had scarcely been able to think of anything else

He had always enjoyed playing the seducer with the experienced wo the conqueror, and they enjoyed being conquered But this, this was so damn different in every way

He had no idea why he had allowed her to think he was offering to protect her as his ht He had not meant it He damn well didn’t have a clue what he meant He only knew he had to hold her, kiss her …

It was as though so he had always repressed, had urged him toshouted in his brain by a voice that was oddly enough his own

He had made a royalfroo that far?

He thought back to the time when he was a second son with an expectation of a ht, in love with the neighbor’s daughter, a country lady with higher expectations than a second son She had been four years older than he, but he hadn’t cared He had thought she was a goddess to be won and treasured