Page 32 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
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She could see the green flecks in his eyes, the way they searched hers for something she was not sure was there.
“If ye didnae kill them,” she continued, her voice low, “what did ye do, then? Did ye tell them nae to come for me?”
“Why would I do that?”
“They all fear ye. I’ve seen it.”
“Nay,” he muttered. “Nay, I didnae ask them nae to come for ye. Perhaps…”
He inched closer. She could feel his breath on her skin. It sent chills down her spine. Thunder rumbled outside at that very moment, as if echoing what she was feeling.
“Perhaps they werenae men enough to have ye.”
Then, he closed the gap between them, his lips slanting over hers in a way that seemed final. Inevitable.
