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‘Lord St Claire.’ She snapped her indignation as she attempted to pull away from him. ‘At this moment I can think of nothing I would enjoy more than to see you consigned to the devil, where you so obviously belong!’

He gave a husky laugh, refusing to release her despite her struggles. ‘You believe my past misdeeds serious enough to send me to the pits of hell?’

‘You do not?’ Juliet gave him a scornful glance.

‘It is a possibility, I suppose,’ he conceded consideringly. ‘Drunkenness. Gambling. Debauchery. Hmm, it does seem more than a possibility, does it not…?’ The lowering of his head towards hers slowly blocked out the moonlight overhead.

Juliet became very still as she stared up at him. ‘What are you doing…?’ she breathed huskily.

He gave an unconcerned shrug of those broad shoulders. ‘As you seem to believe I am going to the devil anyway, I cannot see that one more indiscretion is going to make the slightest difference to my hellish fate!’