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And wherever women held power, be it a throne, a club, or a labyrinth, there were men wishing to seize it.
“Men are ridiculous.” “For wanting to keep you safe?” “For believing that you aren’t the thing from which we are most in danger.” She spread her arms wide. “Look around you.”
It was a crew if he’d ever seen one. A revolution, clad in rouge and silk.
The woman was storm clouds at sea. Impossible not to watch.
“I should stop because you feel fucking glorious. Like a treasure to be thieved.”
“I should stop, because you make me feel like a thief. Stealing your touch, your scent, your kiss—”
“Strange place for croquet, no?”
was big and bold and perfect—the kind of laugh that welcomed all comers, making you feel like you’d been offered a glimpse at the sun after a voyage through the darkness.
She was bright where his world was dark, beautiful where it was ugly, welcome where he’d never found it.
“You are the prettiest present I’ve ever received . . .” He pressed a soft row of kisses along the edge of the dress as he untied the bow. “I’m going to take my time unwrapping you.”
And Imogen, dark eyes blazing with indignation. “Poisoning is too good for him.” Tears threatened again. “You three are excellent friends.”
This is how we love. Out loud. With truth. This is how we fight. Together, or not at all.”
