“That’s better,” he said, wedging himself between her legs. “Feels like old times, doesn’t it?” The crude mockery in his drink-laden voice was enough to rouse her from her momentary terror-ridden trance. Fire replaced ice, and anger replaced fear. Instinct and training returned as well, causing her knee to lift forcefully against the offending bulge between his legs and come down just as forcefully on his instep. He cursed in pain, bending over as if she’d folded him in two. “How does that feel, Sir Phillip? That is what new times feels like. I’m not a helpless young girl anymore who you can
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