Their eyes locked, his blazing with an amber fire, hers, no doubt, gathering a defiant storm. She knew what he was thinking, and she hadn’t a single defense against it. His jaw clenched and released and his lips thinned, edged with white. All Imogen could do as they squared off with each other like duelists was wish he didn’t look so blasted magnificent. Framed by the gentle opulence of her home, his aristocratic features sharpened into something savage. Something not altogether human. He was stained with the blood of her enemies. He’d just killed to protect her. Five men. This changed …
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