“You think this makes a difference.” His big palm cupped my head and he ran a hand over my scalp. “Like anything can take away your beauty.” My mouth opened to speak, but he pressed his thumb across the gap there. “Yes, beauty. Beautiful enough to draw a man’s eye, have him moving closer, wanting to catch your scent in his nose, to feel you shiver beneath him, because you are a terrible thing, Lady Pippa.”
