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And she turned and stalked off.

Or she would have stalked off if she’d had sensible shoes with some sort of grip, but the canvas trainers she was wearing had no grip at all. The cobbles were icy under the thin layer of freshly fallen snow. She slipped and floundered, and then she started falling backwards.

She flailed—and Angus caught her before she hit the ground.

One minute she was stomping off in righteous indignation. The next she was being held in arms that were unbelievably strong, gazing up into a face that was…that was…

Like every fairytale she’d ever read.