“If you insist on forgetting your manners, Rosewood, then maybe I’ll be tempted to forget mine,” he whispered against her mouth. There were no words in her head as Toven Hearst’s lips grew so close to hers. “What manners?” she said weakly. “You’re no gentleman, Toven Hearst.” He hummed. “If you wanted a gentleman, you’d already be betrothed to Winchester.” Her breath stuck in her throat. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he tilted her jaw up. “Tell me, Princess,” he said, sliding his knee between hers, just as she’d seen him do to Larissa when they were being intimate in the corridors. She gasped,
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