![]() ![]() ![]() Tears she would not let fall.Īnd then she said precisely what he’d hoped she’d say. She was quiet for a long moment, and tears welled in her beautiful blue eyes-tears that did not fall. But he had spent six years mastering his desires, six years that served him well as he shook his head and drove the knife home, uncertain of whose heart he pierced. The confession was raw and ragged and, for a moment, he thought it might wreck him with desire and longing and love. She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped and shook her head, sadness in her blue eyes. ![]() “He will protect you.” His gaze flickered to the earl, trapped beneath a nearby table with Maggie, arms wrapped around her head. “Castleton will marry you tomorrow,” he said, perhaps to her. It would be the one thing he could be proud of. That this would give her the life she deserved. Her face fell, and he hated himself for hurting her even as he reminded himself that she was his great work. “I told you once that marriage was not for me. “That’s what you’ve done,” he said, the words bitter on his tongue. Instead of grabbing her to him, tossing her over his shoulder, and marching away with her forever. ![]() And because of that, he did what he knew was right, instead of the thing he wanted desperately to do. ![]()
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