” She shivered. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. And we won’t make it so. I bound him up good and tight, stuffed his mouth with a length of rope, taped it shut. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. His eyes were bright with the hunt. She had found that proof. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. Brendon.
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