“This changes nothing. I will not marry you, no matter how skillful your kisses.” “You admit that I am skillful?” he asked, grinning like an idiot. “I am leaving, Rothschild. If you intend to pursue this ridiculous betrothal, then I’m afraid you’re declaring war.” He took her arm before she could disappear. She stared at his hand, and then her fierce gaze held his. “Then why kiss me?” The slightest grin tilted her lips. “Because I knew it would be my last chance.” With that, she was gone.
