Her eyes met his across the empty floor. He could not resist. His fingers grasped the jeweled handle of his quizzing glass and raised it all the way to his eye before lowering it slightly. Even across the distance he could see the laughter well up into her eyes. And then she reached down into a little cloth reticule that hung from her wrist and brought something out of it. For a moment all he could see of it was black ribbon. She brought the object slowly up to her eye and regarded him—through the lens of his own quizzing glass. Wulfric Bedwyn, the oh-so-toplofty, oh-so-frosty Duke of
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