Centaur and Sensibility (The Regency Bestiary for Fine Ladies and Gentlemen #1)

by Quenby Olson

So if she could not find her way back, she would have to continue forward. Either that, or remain where she was and wait for fate or a wandering plot device to rescue her.

A man could go wherever he wished without accompaniment, but a young and unmarried woman was liable to fall into a pit or an elopement if left to her own devices.

“So do you forgive me for thinking you looked like a witch?” She knotted her fingers together behind his neck. “No. And only because I’ve decided to take it as a compliment. It will be when you cease to think of me as some magical being that I will take offense.”