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“Will you kill me now, Emerald Lily?” he said roughly.

He slid his clasp to her hand, drawing her arm straight as he peeled back her sleeve to reveal the small blade strapped to her forearm. She had forgotten it was there, forgotten all but his kiss. She pulled her arm away, shaking the sleeve into place. “If I wanted to kill you tonight, you would have been dead long ago.”

“So, why am I not? What is it you want?” His accent, usually so faint, so lightly musical, was hoarser, rougher. He stepped back from her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as if to erase the very taste of her.

Marguerite turned away, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. She forced herself to laugh mockingly. “La, monsieur, I only desired a kiss! A kiss from a handsome man, is it so much to ask? So odd to you that it must be madness?”

He stood there in silence, just watching her as if to say he knew her too well now to believe that. To believe that her only motive could be a stolen kiss in the moonlight.

His voice lowered to a whisper, “You know well this is not over.”

Ah, yes, she knew that all too well. This, whatever it was, would not be over until one of them was dead.