Thames Darrell MUST die. “Come, we must go home and have some luncheon. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. There was also the daunting task of getting dressed. " "There's no hurry. "I would treat him as you treated his father, Sir Rowland. I believe I’m in love. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes.
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