The Wicked Game (A Wicked Game Novel)
“He wasn’t a prince or a duke. He wasn’t even a lord. He didn’t own any land or have a large stash of money somewhere. Come to think of it, all he truly owned were the clothes on his back and the small bag of silver that The Dowager Countess of Dillard had given him. And of course, most importantly, he now owned himself.
Free… FREE!
No, he had absolutely no possessions but he owned his own destiny and that was worth more than any worldly riches he could possess.
It was such an exuberant feeling that was pooling inside of him that he began to wonder why he had never said the word out loud. He pondered the idea, only to stop himself; afraid that if he thought about it too much he would wake up from this dream. Instead he would just try to say the word and see how it felt. He felt the sound start soft and slow in his throat. It vibrated across his vocal cords with a slight tickle and moved its way into his mouth. He felt the sound roll smoothly over his tongue and at last, rush through his lips.
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