“Anne and William were engaged in a rare game of whist, but Anne's long fingernails clicked nervously on the table-top as she watched Priscilla. Marcus Reems was watching her as well, seated on the same tapestry-covered sofa where Lion had kissed her so savagely. Priscilla was upset tonight; possibly just angry enough to act in haste. She moved agitatedly around the room, stopping at different windows, fingering the drapes as she peered outside. Marcus's tiger eyes were cunningly alert, glowing ...with pleasure as he perceived the last pieces of his plan falling so effortlessly into place. It was almost too easy... Their game done, William and Anne left the room to kiss their children goodnight. Marcus was careful in his nonchalant silence, watching Priscilla take one last look outside. "Were you hoping for a visit from Lion?" She spun around, surprised and confused. "What? Why, no! At least—well, it would certainly seem proper! Even though I wrote him that I would be too busy to see him for a long time, he might have protested a bit, don't you think?" Her voice broke, and Marcus was on his feet silently, putting his strong arms around her as the first tear escaped.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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