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Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was Being Watched, Either. She Wouldn't Have Eaten The Leaf Otherwise, Or Reached For Another. “sir, Which One Is Princess Christina?” Andrew Asked Lyon, Just As Rhone Started In Choking On His Laughter. Rhone Has Obviously Been Watching Christina, Too. “sir?” “the Blond-headed One,” Lyon Muttered, Shaking His Head. He Watched In Growing Disbelief As Christina Daintily Popped Another Leaf Into Her Mouth. “which Blond-headed One?” Andrew Persisted. “the One Eating The Shrubs.

Women Bond Differently, And I Dont Think Men Understand That.

If You Get Yourself Killed, I'll Find Your Grave And Spit On It," She Threatened.

Iain Didn't Go Back To Sleep For A Long While. He Continued To Think About All The Logical Reasons He Would Never Allow Himself To Be Turned Into A Lovesick Weakling Like Patrick, And When He Finally Fell Asleep, He Had Convinced Himself That He Would Distance His Heart From His Mind. He Dreamed About Her.

It's A Shame You Know," He Called Over His Shoulder. "what's A Shame?" Duncan Asked. "that I Didn't Capture Her First." Duncan Smiled. "nay, Edmond, It Was A Blessing. God's Truth, I Would Have Taken Her From You.