This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. While there's life there's hope. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. Wood, in a taunting tone. Let me go, Sir. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. Blueskin will go with you,—for fear of a mistake. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. And the jailers also retired. She felt his erection against her naked thigh.
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