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“Do … do you know her?” Tristan struggled to force the words from his mouth

Chandler turned to look at hi est you look a little closer Indeed, her attendance here tonight is not a coincidence” He turned his attention back to the lady on the stairs, rubbed his chin and said, “How interesting”

Tristan blinked, narrowed his gaze and stared beyond the glittering ed lips Her ebony hair was tied back in a loose knot at her nape The style was simple It reflected a relaxed attitude, a lack of vanity so opposed to the sensual aura she radiated As he noted the narrow shape of her chin, the crea in his abdomen that only ever occurred with one woman Whilst her eyes were hidden behind the delicate mask, he would stake his life that they were a dark, chocolate brown

“Isabella” He had not intended to say her name out loud

“Indeed,” Chandler said with a hint of intrigue

“What the bloody hell is she doing here?” Only one thought took prominence Had she coh him

Chandler cast hi here? Lord above, all that ti with monks has affected your brain”

“I was not sleeping withwith anyone

“Do not underestimate the power of the pious,” Chandler chuckled “Their holy essence lingers in the shadoaiting to nuentlemen”

“Have no fear on that score I am immune” Tristan snorted Chandler would be shocked to learn of all the things he had done whilst working for the Crown “During ainst the Lord All in the name of justice, of course”

His ith Marcus Danbury had resulted in countless fights and brawls, often with pistols and swords, occasionally resulting in death His wild escapades had moulded his character, made hi he saw in the ht for a cause

“Well, I’e to seek refuge in another woman’s arms”

Tristan turned to hi “There has never been anyone else It has always been Isabella”

“Holy heaven” Chandler rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled “There is a small part of me that is curious to knohat it feels like to be that obsessed with a woing ever subside?”

“No”