“Even a walking stick would be better than his bare fists against those teeth. “Down, Luna. It’s quite all right, he is a friend.” Luna? Devlyn heard a last low growl give way to a whine. Good God, was this wild creature her pet? India looked up and smiled. “It is terribly selfish of me, I know, but I couldn’t leave her behind. I found her nearly dead in Brussels when I was — when I was traveling about.” Traveling about. Dev understood instantly. When she had been looking for him. What sights sh...e must have seen in those nightmare weeks following Waterloo. And how like her to be concerned with a helpless creature even when she had so much trouble of her own. Thorne’s fingers tightened unconsciously. He felt a burning urge to pull her close and kiss her fiercely. Except that the great beast would probably bite off both his legs, Devlyn thought darkly. “Is something wrong?” “Wrong? Why do you say that?” “Because the way you’re holding me is going to leave bruises tomorrow.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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