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Lydia watched theed closer For a heart-stopping ht they’d failed to notice her

“What the blazes?” A deep, masculine voice rent the air

The black horse shrieked and reared Lydia froze as the ani the air with its hooves

“Get out of the blasted oman!”

The angry curse dragged her from her stunned state She stumbled back, trod on the hem of her cloak, fell and landed on her bottom with a bump

With skill anddown to the ground

Heavens above Ada was right Satan had coreatcoat, stopped at her feet and scanned her from head to toe The beast stood a head taller than any mortal man

Ada had been wrong about one thing There was nothing heated or fiery about his terrifying eyes They were dark, desolate pools, devoid of life

So this was the deall to visit her in slumber, too

Lydia’s father had inherited the estate two years before Greystone left for India and so she had but a vague recollection of him from her youth This black-hearted scoundrel was exactly what she’d expected

And yet it wasn’t Lord Greystone who captured her attention

The intriguing figure on the grey horse stared at her with a level of intensity that made her stomach flip Lydia couldn’t help

but aze, couldn’t help the sudden spark of awareness that ignited deep in her chest

The beast towering over her braced his hands on his hips “So, the ladies have heard news ofover their feet to offer a hearty welcome”

Oh, Greystone was as crass and as odious as she iined