Not Wicked Enough
“Her pulse jumped with anticipation. She waited and, as she knew would happen, moments later the duke appeared from around the far corner. He held a shielded candle, and when he saw her he, too, stopped.
Of course the duke. From habit, her fingers closed around her medallion. Who but the duke would she meet at this dark of night hour? “Your grace.” She curtseyed to him, and he nodded and crossed the remaining distance between them. They were in a gallery hall of sorts, though it contained no paintings, with original to the-structure Gothic arched windows along one wall and a bare stone wall opposite. The ceiling was ribbed and domed in the Gothic fashion. Light from the duke’s candle and hers flickered off the walls and the window glass. Had it been daylight she would have been able to enjoy sunlight rippling through the thick panes of glass instead of reflected candlelight. “Wellstone.” He gave her a half grin that sent her heart pounding. “Imagine us meeting like this.” “I’m not ...sure it’s entirely safe,”MoreLess
Of course the duke. From habit, her fingers closed around her medallion. Who but the duke would she meet at this dark of night hour? “Your grace.” She curtseyed to him, and he nodded and crossed the remaining distance between them. They were in a gallery hall of sorts, though it contained no paintings, with original to the-structure Gothic arched windows along one wall and a bare stone wall opposite. The ceiling was ribbed and domed in the Gothic fashion. Light from the duke’s candle and hers flickered off the walls and the window glass. Had it been daylight she would have been able to enjoy sunlight rippling through the thick panes of glass instead of reflected candlelight. “Wellstone.” He gave her a half grin that sent her heart pounding. “Imagine us meeting like this.” “I’m not ...sure it’s entirely safe,”MoreLess
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