“That was some very fine acting back there, Miss Pryor,” he growls. “Where does a schoolteacher learn to kiss like that?” Acting. Yes, I was certainly acting. I snap back, “If you recall, sir, I kissed you once and would have left it at that. You kissed me the second time.” “Lucky for you, or you’d be a mindless puppet by now, dancing for Morgaine’s entertainment. She wanted a show, and I gave her one.” “Oh, is that all it was? A show?” I scrub at my lips and glare at the back of his head. He turns to me so suddenly I nearly walk smack into his chest. “Why?” he asks, his tone dangerously low.
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