“Martise, lower your knife. There are more than a few people eager to carve out my heart. You’ll have to take your place in line.” She glanced up, startled. Amusement lightened his dark eyes. She looked at her hand fisted around her eating knife in a death grip. The knife struck the table with a clatter. She cleared her throat and stopped just short of apologizing when his eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t…” “Wasn’t what? Dreaming of ways to skin my hide and nail it to my chamber door?” He laughed, a rough grating sound. “You’re better than most at concealing your thoughts.” He paused, and his gaze
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