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Despite being in the presence of a lady, he cursed fluidly He couldn’t rees that now lay beneath her eyes, in a face that was paler than usual Briefly, he wished he hadn’t woken her She was exhausted and clearly needed to sleep, but the protective warrior within hier
“You need to rest”
She studied his dark scowl in concern “I was,” Amelia chided softly, with no hint of censure in her voice What had angered him so?
“I know, but you shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor” Sebastian glared at her balefully, clearly disgruntled about sohtened the covers around hi to ensure his coer ones to hold the in the air
“It’s alright, I don’tto loosen his hold
“You could lie down beside me I promise not to make any advances” He watched disbelief enter her eyes as she stared at him cautiously “I can understand why you don’t want to join me, but why didn’t you sleep in the chair?” He nodded towards the solid wooden fraers took inventory of her cold, work-roughened hands
“I was,” Amelia said, somewhat mesmerised by the concern on his face Nobody had concerned the ti to find herself the reason for his worry
“When you were feverish I spent ht in the chair, but it is hard and unco” She watched as Sebastian looked towards the cold stone floor in front of the hearth “At least on the floor I could stretch out, and it is closer to the fire”
Sebastian thought about the tight ball she had curled into whilst asleep, and the cold fire, but decided to remain quiet “You could stretch out here, Amelia I know the bed isn’t all that wide, but I proentleman, that I pose no risk to you You are perfectly safe with ainst hihtly He sensed she was still indecisive, and wondered how much he should push her “Besides, you know aboutyou find offensive in any way, you could always poke me there!” His tone was rueful as he watched the small smile curve her lips
A hi war the only chair she owned around until she was facing him, she sat down So many questions rose in her in Now his fever had eased, she needed to find out as much as she could There were decisions she needed to make, and couldn’t make them until she had all of the facts
“Do you have your memory back yet?” Her tone was almost conversational, as she asked probably the most important question
“I think so,” Sebastian replied with a frown, staring at his toes beneath the sheets
“Tell me your full name, Sebastian” She emphasized
the ‘full’,it clear she wanted his title, as well as his surname
“Sebastian Andrew Cavendish Lord Torrington, Earl of Westhaven” He watched as Aut instinct warned hie mental step backwards Did she know of him?