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The room beyond was dark, lit only by the fire in the fireplace, but as his eyes adjusted, Nicholas could see that it was a bedroom. Emma slipped inside, while Nicholas hesitated on the threshold.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, puzzled by his reluctance.

“There must be some mistake. This is not my room.”

“There is no mistake, my darling,” Emma replied, her voice silky. “This is my room. And that is my bed.”

“I think perhaps we have had too much to drink.”

“I am not drunk,” she said indignantly. “If I were drunk, do you think my brothers would have left me alone with you?”

“You were supposed to take me to my room,” he reminded her gently.

“And so I shall,” she said prettily. “After.”