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Оглавление“Help me, Drakon,” Morgan said, her voice pitched low, hoarse. “Do you want me to beg? Is that what you’re asking me to do?”
Her chin lifted and tears sparkled in her eyes, even as her heart burned as if it had been torched with fire. “Am I to go onto my knees in front of you and plead my case?”
He didn’t move a muscle. “I do like you on your knees,” he said cordially.
She drew a ragged breath, locked her knees, praying for strength. “I haven’t forgotten,” she said, aware that she was in trouble here, aware that she ought to go. Now. “So on my knees it is,” she said mockingly, lifting the hem of her pale blue skirt to kneel on his limestone floor.
Her mind was whirling, her insides churning. She felt sick, dizzy, off-balance by the contradictions and the intensity and her own desperation.
He had to help her.
He had to.
