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His breath was warm against her ear, for he had bent his head—so that he could keep his voice low, she assumed.

“Lucien, I will go to bed when and where I choose. I have lived long enough to be fully capable of such a decision.”

“Have you? I wonder, even at your age, that you do not need some guidance in that regard, or at least some inspiration?” He turned her around. “Do you want some…inspiration?”

At the sight of him so close, the feel of him, his eyes gleaming in the firelight…his attention focused upon her alone…Isidora had all the inspiration she could handle.

She felt dizzy. She wanted to fall into his arms. Kiss him. And beat him with her fists, so thickheaded was he. Had he no idea of the torture he put her through?