“You’re going to lock Breeches in a trunk?” “For the night, yes. Doors don’t seem to contain the beast.” “With no food, no water?” “I made air holes. And believe me, he’s fortunate to get that much.” “But . . . why?” “Is it not obvious?” For the first time since she’d entered the library, he slid a glance toward her. “Because I intend to impregnate you tonight, or make a valiant attempt at it. And this time, there will be no interruption.” He turned back to regarding the grate.
