The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. His tongue was hot. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary. It isn’t all.
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