He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, “I may not have the right, Silence, me love,” he drawled so soft she nearly didn’t catch the words. “But I would’ve listened to ye. I would’ve believed ye.
Elizabeth HoytGood.” He straddled her, caging her with his body. “Were it up to me, all of London would know what we do here. -Griffin to Hero.
Elizabeth HoytDear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.
Elizabeth Hoyt