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Let Go Of Me Or Slow Down," She Demanded As She Tried To Keep Pace With Him. He Slowed Down. "i Swear To God, You Try The Patience Of A Saint." "you Aren't A Saint, Brodick, No Matter What Your Mother Might Have Told You.

Listen, You. Don't Threaten Me. I Could Make Your Life A Nightmare. He Put His Hand In Front Of Her Face And Unfolded Three Fingers As He Said, I'm F-b-i. She Smiled. It Wasn't The Reaction He Expected. You Want To Talk Nightmares? She Said. She Put Her Hand Up To His Face And Unfolded Her Three Fingers. I'm I-r-s.

I Am Not A Poor Child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne Announced, Letting Her Anger Sound In Her Voice. "duncan Won't Marry You. He Won't Sign The Contracts. He'd Have To Give Up His Greatest Treasure In Order To Marry You." "and What Be That Treasure?" Lady Eleanor Inquired, Her Voice Mild. "why, I'm Duncan's Greatest Treasure. He'd Be A Fool To Give Me Up," She Added. "and Even You Must Know That Duncan Is Anything But A Fool.

He'd Gone To Louddon's Fortress To Take Madelyne Captive. His Plan Was Revenge; An Eye For An Eye. And That Had Been Reason Enough. Until She'd Warmed His Feet. Everything Had Changed At That Moment. Duncan Had Known With A Certainty He Couldn't Deny That They Were Henceforth Bound Together. He Could Never Let Her Go.

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