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She braced herself for more questions, determined not to speak another word of what had happened. But instead, he simply pulled her into his arms silently.

The gesture startled her as much as the brief brush of his lips had back in their prison cabin before they’d broken free. She was convinced that he couldn’t stand her, yet this was the second time he wanted to comfort her and did so with an intimate gesture.

She pulled back and looked up into his face. “Why are you doing this?”

“Damned if I know. I didn’t exactly plan it.”

“So what, you took me into your arms against your will?”

He grinned at her. “I’m a handsome prince, aren’t I? I’m used to beautiful women throwing themselves at me.”

He was impossible. Impossible to argue with, impossible to ignore, impossibly handsome. Beautiful, cultured, high-born women probably did throw themselves at him on a daily basis.