We shall talk again later. Charlotte turned sick and faint yet she found herself crawling across the carpet, out of her mind, half-blinded by anguish. Kristian ignored him. How foolish to imagine her aunt would let the matter rest.
She was in complete, hypnotic control. One lean thigh pressing gently between hers; she felt the sweetness lingering there. Oh, don't mind her, George Neville said off-handedly, apparently construing nothing from her departure. Kristian lifted him to his feet and hugged him.
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