H IS MOTHER’S SCREAM SLICED THROUGH the fabric of the night.
If I had a woman such as you at my mercy, I’d never let her go.…” Her breath caught at his scorching tenderness. His palm wandered up to smooth a wing of damp hair from her cheek. “So you think me a sentimental fool?” she whispered. “If your path ever crosses Doom’s again, God forbid, don’t make the mistake of underestimating him. “-no matter how breathtakingly beautiful, stand in the way of what they wanted.” Claremont caught her chin in an implacable grip. His next words robbed her of her defense.
Stung by his unfairness, Lucy cried, “But I’m not-” “And not one out of the bloody lot of them would let some lonely brat-” It’s unavoidable in my profession.” For the first time since she’d known him, Claremont’s speech was underscored by the harsh cadences of the London streets. Despite your tender and hopelessly romantic fantasies, this fellow Doom is a desperate, ruthless bastard who has nothing left to lose and everything to gain.” “You don’t need to read fiction, Miss Snow. Claremont rose from the bed, taller than she remembered, all traces of both mockery and amusement erased from his face.
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