An ugly flush stained his cheeks. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. She goes out and comes home. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. ‘But a spy I am not. Brendon always comes home with me, and tonight both are away. We all have to kow-tow to that. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. “Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped.
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