She didn’t get to finish what she was going to say because his lips were suddenly on hers. She jerked back, but his hands held her to him, one sliding up to the nape of her neck, keeping her in place. The kiss was desperate and heady, and Scarlett found herself kissing him back. He pulled back, but only far enough so that when he spoke, his lips brushed over hers. “I know you still hate me,” he said quietly, “but I do not hate you, Scarlett Monrhoe, and I need you safely across that border. You will be safest with me on Eirwen. I do not want you bound, but if that is how I need to accomplish
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