His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. There is no need of your friend to kill you, imbecile, because I shall do so this minute. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand.
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