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Eliza stared after hi to frown at the darkened corner From her position in the busy tap, it was impossible to see as there but their presence had a profound impact on Bernard, who appeared to be almost scared of the latest arrival

Slowly she pushed her way through the groping hands towards the side roo out her ruffled skirts as she broke away frohten with nerves and her eyes flicked nervously around the room

Had they found her?

It took every ounce of self control she possessed to appear unperturbed as she entered the smaller side roonificantly although Eliza daren’t take a deep breath of relief, because the smoke was so thick she would probably choke She was half-way across the room when she spotted him

Dressed almost entirely in black, he sat in the corner of the bench with his back leaning against the wall He blended into the shadows so perfectly that he practically disappeared altogether She frowned and tried to see hi in the air

New faces in the tavern weren’t anything new Men calance But this one was different Eliza could see from the dark scowl on his handsome face that he wasn’t a man to be messed with

He ithout doubt the ly so To the point that he was almost beautiful His broide, his patrician nose lay beloide set, large eyes sitting below sharp slashes of his brows His elegantly cut hair was thick and very dark; alh the dimness of the room, it was impossible to tell the colour of his eyes, but they appeared al at her as she approached She could feel the coiled power and tension in him and knew that despite his casual pose, this man was ready to strike

She swept the errant lock of hair fronore the flutter of butterflies in her stomach as she drew to a halt before hiaze slide over her froh her Disturbed by the unwanted feelings, she scowled defensively at him

“What do you want?” She snapped, impatient to be away from him

“Brandy” The deep, husky voice hung in the air between them as his eyes met and held hers

“B-brandy?” Eliza frowned, uncoh her Nobody had made her feel so blatantly fe at her

“I take it the innkeeper waters down the ale?” The rich masculine timbre of his voice was stilted and cultured Eliza wondered what he was doing in such a place as this and if he hadturn He certainly didn’t seeirls upstairs Eliza wondered briefly if she should warn hiainst it It really was none of her concern what the an

“Of course he does I wouldn’t drink it” She muttered ruefully, and watched as the firm sweep of his lips quirked with amusement

“Then bring me a bottle of the best brandy he has” The softness of his rich voice caressed her skin and Eliza found herself unnaturally wanting to get theherself