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Morgana asked as she fastened the belt buckle at her waist.

Hugh swung his eyes back to the woman. Her intense gaze was leveled at his waist, where her blade rested in the same sheath as his dirk.

“Until I know you better, Morgana of Kildare, I think the blade best rest where it is. I applaud your skill with it. One man of six dispatched to his Maker, three others wounded. You are a dangerous woman.”

“A desperate woman, sir,” she challenged him without compunction. “I would feel far safer if the blade rested in my own sheath.”

Hugh leaned over her, deliberately sliding his hand under her skirt to find the sheath neatly buckled below her left knee. His eyes met hers. “You will be safe in my care without it.”

The rhythm of Morgana’s heart arrested. She knew exactly what he was telling her—he was the one in control….