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What had touched her equally, however, had been the glimpse she’d caught of Sebastian smoothing her father’s faded red hair with a comb, when he’d thought no one was watching him.
For some reason her concern gently undermined his hostility, and softened him.
“I’m certain,” Sebastian said sardonically. “My ears are still ringing with accusations and invectives. Neither Mrs. Hunt nor Miss Bowman will accept that you weren’t abducted, raped, and married at knifepoint.”
Please he's so funny
Glancing at Sebastian, Cam remarked sourly, “I’ve heard less noise from the hogs at slaughter time.” There was a sudden suspicious tension around Sebastian’s jaw, as if he were fighting to suppress a grin.
“It doesn’t matter if I approve,” Annabelle said gently. “I’ll stand your friend no matter what you do. I wouldn’t care if you had married the devil himself.” “Who is undoubtedly close kin of St. Vincent,” Daisy remarked grimly.
“No. He’s far more dangerous. He has eyes of yellow fire, a stride that clears mountains, and he speaks in a human voice as deep as a cave. At midnight, he may stop in front of your house and call out your name if he wants to take you for a ride. If you go with him, he’ll fly you across earth and oceans…and if you ever return, your life will never be the same.”
He leaned over her shoulder, until his mouth was at her tingling ear. “Perhaps I’ll appear at your window one midnight,” he whispered, “to tempt you for a ride across earth and ocean.”
Oh my gawd
“I had these made in Paris,” Annabelle had written impishly, “without taking into consideration the consequences of Mr. Hunt’s virility. By the time I am able to wear them again, they will be out of fashion. My gift to you, dearest friend.”
SIMON HUNT MY MAN
She couldn’t quite understand why he would take the time to entertain her, when there were many responsibilities that required his attention.
Girly open your eyes
However, Sebastian listened closely to everything she said, as if he found her endlessly interesting. He encouraged her to say daring things, and he seemed to delight in her attempts to spar with him.
He felt invaded by something, some kind of ardent disquiet that felt like a sickness…something that made him go from one room to another and then forget what he had wanted. He had never been like this…distracted, impatient, agonized with yearning.
He had been a fool to overlook Evie.
As Sebastian watched her, he was nearly overcome by the urge to fall to his knees before her and beg for forgiveness.
There was a strange, deep glow in her eyes, something like tenderness or sorrow…something rare and infinite. He didn’t know what it was. No one had ever looked at him that way before.
Sebastian had no means of knowing how he and Evie appeared at that moment, as he gripped her hand and let her cradle him as tenderly as a mother with a hurt child.
Her palm rested over the weak throb of his heart, and her fingertips traced over the thread of fine gold chain that hung around his neck. Following the chain, she discovered the Scottish-gold wedding band dangling from the end of it. Sebastian had not wanted her to find out that he wore the ring beneath his clothes.
CRYING MY EYES OUT
St. Vincent had, against all odds, learned to care more for someone else than he did for himself.
Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.
“He has done everything possible to look after me—all the while proclaiming his indifference.” She stared into her husband’s unconscious face. “He’s not heartless, much as he tries to pretend otherwise.”
He opened his eyes and focused on her with difficulty. “If I need divine grace,” he whispered, “I’m in trouble…unless we can find some corrupt angel to bribe.”
He's so funny even when injured
Under their joined hands, the wedding band on the chain pressed against his unsteady heartbeat.
“If my love can hold you, I’ll keep you with me.”
😭😭
Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. “You,” he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. “Just you.”
CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP
Sebastian had been the first man to reach through her prison of shyness. And from the very beginning, he had taken care of her as no one ever had.
“Is he in a coma, Westcliff?” The earl, who was bending over Sebastian’s prone form, threw her a wry glance. “I doubt anyone could be, with the noise the pair of you are making. No, if it were a coma, he couldn’t be roused. And he definitely stirred just now when you shouted.”
Lmao stop being funny when I'm crying
“I didn’t shout, I called out,” Lillian corrected. “There is a difference.” “Is there?” Westcliff asked mildly, pulling the covers down to Sebastian’s hips. “You raise your voice so often, I can’t tell.”
LMAO
“Arrogant, high-handed creature,” Lillian remarked, her smile lingering as she watched the earl’s departure. “God, I adore him.”
Beloveds
He says a girl like you would appeal to…hmm, how did he put it?…I can’t remember the exact words, but it was something like…you would appeal to St. Vincent’s deepest, most secret fantasy.”
Oh my god??? Lol
She saw with surprise that even Westcliff seemed fatigued, letting out a long sigh as he used a clean rag to blot the abundant sweat on his face. Lillian came to him at once, her arms going around him in a quick hug as she murmured an endearment in his ear.
My babies 😭😭
Her last memory was of Cam laying her on her own bed, drawing the covers over her and tucking them at her sides as if she were a little girl.
Cam Rohan is my Roman Empire
His forehead lowered to hers, and he whispered, “I want to fill every part of you…breathe the air from your lungs…leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear. I want to make love to you, Evie, as I have never done with anyone before.”
GOODBYE IM IN OUTER SPACE MY GAWDDD
Blinking sleepily, she propped herself up on one elbow and touched one of the pink dabs with a single fingertip. It was a creamy pink rose petal, pulled free of a blossom and gently dropped to the sheet. Gazing around her, she discovered that rose petals had been sprinkled over her in a light rain.
CRYING OMGGG
“Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.”
😭 crying in the club
Haldane seemed lost in a memory of days long past. “In all my years, I’ve seen only one other man who walked through a gaming club that way. As if it was his personal hunting ground, and he the most charming of predators.” “Are you referring to my father?” Evie asked, confused. Haldane smiled and shook his head. “Bless me, no. Not your father.”
Deffo talking about Derek my beloved
“You’re not a wallflower. But you have my permission to hide in corners, my sweet—so long as you take me with you. In fact, I’ll insist on it. I warn you, I’m very badly behaved at such affairs—I’ll probably debauch you in gazebos, on balconies, beneath staircases, and behind assorted potted plants. And if you complain, I’ll simply remind you that you should have known better than to marry a conscienceless rake.”
😩😩😩
