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From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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“I’ve missed yyou,” he added.

Doubtful.

“Myy Lord, I must be on myy wayy—” I sucked in a sharp breath as he

rose. One second, he was stretched out on the chaise. The next, he was

directlyy in front of me.

“I’m insulted,” he said. “I told yyou I missed yyou, and yyour onlyy

response was to sayy yyou must leave? You wound me.”

The fact that he’d said nearlyy the same words Hawke had uttered no

more than two nights ago didn’t go unnoticed. Neither did the vastlyy

different reactions I had to them. While Hawke had come across teasing,

Lord Mazeen spoke the words as a warning. I wasn’t charmed. I was

revolted.

“It wasn’t myy intention,” I forced out.

“You sure?” he asked, and I felt his finger against myy jaw before I

even saw him move his hand. “I have the distinct impression that was

exactlyy yyour intent.”

“It wasn’t.” I leaned back—

He curled his fingers around myy chin, holding myy head in place.

When I took myy next breath, I thought his fingers smelled like…a flower,

muskyy and sweet. “You should tryy to be more convincing if yyou wish me

to believe that.”

“I’m sorryy if I’m not as convincing as I should be.” It took great

effort to keep myy voice steadyy. “You shouldn’t be touching me.”

He smirked as he trailed his cool thumb along myy lower lip. The

sensation of thousands of tinyy insects skittering over myy skin followed.

“And whyy is that?”

The Lord knew exactlyy whyy.

“I’m the Maiden,” I said, nonetheless.

“That yyou are.” He trailed his fingers down myy chin over the scratchyy

lace that covered myy throat. His hand continued, brushing over myy

collarbone.

Myy palm practicallyy burned with the need to feel the hilt of the

dagger against it, and myy muscles tensed with the knowledge and skill to

react—to make him stop. A tremor coursed through me as I fought the

desire to fight back. It wouldn’t be worth what would happen. I kept

telling myyself that as his fingers slid down the center of myy gown. It

wasn’t just the fear of punishment. If I showed what I was capable of, the

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