A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.
You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.
It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.
One heart cannot serve two masters.
People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.