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Claire declared with all the tenderness she could muster.

Alain raised his head from hers and their gazes locked. “You are, aren’t you?” he said wonderingly. “You are mine—my lady…”

She blinked, startled. “L-lady? I am no lady, L-lord Alain,” she stammered, wondering if somehow he knew. “I am just a serf…”

His lips curved upward. “You may have been born but a serf, but there’s a core in you of the finest gold. During the day you move among the humble folk of Hawkswell, but at night, when you come into my arms, you are every bit as fine as the proudest of Norman ladies—my lady,” he told her, his voice deep and husky with feeling. “My Lady Midnight…”

The phrase hung on the air, caressing her soul like velvet warmed before the fire…