“You could be a gambler. A thief, for all I know. Besides—” He captured her hand and stopped her from walking on, holding her in place. “Besides what, you insufferable prude?” “Prude, eh? Do you need another kiss to remind you what a prude I am?” “Don’t you dare.” “Then don’t call me names.” “You started it.” KnowsNeedsHandsNamesWalkingKissingDareCall MeThievesCapturedInsufferablePrudes Author:Gaelen Foley
“Alice?” She spun toward the door, her skirts whirling softly. “Yes?” she forced out. “Do you know what I am holding in my hand?” “No.” “Care to guess?” “A pitchfork?” she asked in a stilted attempt at levity, hoping to invoke his earlier, playful mood. “No, my dear,” he answered drily. “A key to your room.” “What?”she breathed, aghast. “I should hate to have to use it.” “You have a key to this room?” “Mm-hmm.” She took a step toward the door, panic rising up in her throat. “You’re bluffing!” “Do you wish me to prove it?” KnowsShouldUseHandsCareHateWishRoomsStepsDoorsKeysProveDearMoodRisingDo You KnowThroatPanicSkirtsProve ItInvokeSpunYour RoomHmmRising UpLevityPitchforksAghast Book:Lord of Fire Source: Lord of Fire
