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I hadn’t even been aware of Sebastian’s approach until he drawled with quiet menace, “Look at her like that again, and I’ll rip your fucking balls off.”
“I don’t know. You’re still an enigma.” He motioned to the pretty blond. “This is …” She frowned. “Hermione.” “Parents big Harry Potter fans?” I asked. Hermione curled her lip. “What do you think?”
Oh, be still my heart, he had an Irish accent.
“Plowing? Violat—” Mum clamped a hand over her youngest daughter’s mouth. “Thank you.” Sebastian nodded gratefully at Mum. “A gentleman never plows.”
