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Excerpt SHE SUFFERED A FRIGHT
Cassie shook her head, confused and exhausted, and she could feel the tears starting again. “Sh,” Phillip said. He rose up on his knees and put his arms around her, drawing her close. Cassie buried her face in the clean, starched scent of his cravat. She had never felt safer or more cherished in all her life. He rested his cheek against her hair. “You needn’t be frightened, my dear Cassandra. No matter what he wants, he cannot get close to you ever again, I promise.” She wound her arms about his neck and held on as if he were the most precious jewel and she feared someone would snatch him away… |
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