Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. You cannot possibly leave me here alone with Gerald. Lord knew why he had any interest in an impertinent girl who would certainly have spit him with that dagger! He reached into his pocket and brought it out, examining it in the increasing light as he slowly made his way back up the terrace. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man.
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