It signified nothing that the raw, male magnetism that emanated from him probably made compasses malfunction in his presence.
Gaelen FoleyAlice?โ She spun toward the door, her skirts whirling softly. โYes?โ she forced out. โDo you know what I am holding in my hand?โ โNo.โ โCare to guess?โ โA pitchfork?โ she asked in a stilted attempt at levity, hoping to invoke his earlier, playful mood. โNo, my dear,โ he answered drily. โA key to your room.โ โWhat?โshe breathed, aghast. โI should hate to have to use it.โ โYou have a key to this room?โ โMm-hmm.โ She took a step toward the door, panic rising up in her throat. โYouโre bluffing!โ โDo you wish me to prove it?
Gaelen FoleyYouโre not terrified of me. Youโre terrified of letting yourself care for me, and I canโt say I blame you. People who love me usually end up dead. But you see, Iโm not going to give you any choice. You belong to me now whether you like it or not.โ โI donโt like it, not one bit!โ โTry to escape,โ he suggested coolly. โGo ahead. See what happens. Give me one excuse to take what I want from you, even if it is against your will. I want you that much. Too damned much.โ He turned without warning and kissed her, flattening her back against the pine mast.
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