
The fan lay forgotten on the stone, a discarded emblem of propriety. His smile β that dangerous curl at the corner of his mouth β sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly. She wanted to tear the mask from his face, to know the name behind the shadow, but more than that, she wanted this. The mystery. The risk.
"Let us simply what?" she breathed, her fingers curling into the fabric of his cloak, holding him there.





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