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.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.