I’m sorry.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn’t make a sound.
He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. “Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it
will be better next time.” He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. “I promise.”
She concentrated on steadying her breath and hoped he would finish very soon. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but this was no longer pleasant for her.
He parted his mouth over hers and licked her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt simondababe the-serpent-prince
My darling Lucy.” He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever leave me.
Elizabeth HoytStichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt simondababe the-serpent-prince
Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?”
He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down
so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.”
She turned her face away from him.
He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.”
“Simon—”
“The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.”
“I—”
“The one you make love to at night.”
“I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt simondababe the-serpent-prince
I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words.
Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.”
For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave,Simon.”
“No.” He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming.
“Let me go.”
“I can’t let you go.” He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own
house. “I’ll die if I do.”
She closed her eyes. “No, you won’t. I can’t stay and watch you tear yourself apart.”
“Lucy.”
“Let me go, Simon. Please.” She opened her eyes, and he saw infinite pain in her gaze.
Had he done this to his angel? Oh, God. He unclasped his hands.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt the-serpent-prince simondabomb
It might’ve been my fichu."
-Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt paticia
... You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears.
So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I’m afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest...
-Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt the-serpent-prince simondabomb
Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. He’d destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining
flame cradled in her numb palms. She’d seen how tenderly Simon had cared for his plants. Remembered the look of pride when she’d first discovered the dome and fountain. For him to have smashed all this . . .
He must have lost hope. All hope.
Stichwörter: lucy elizabeth-hoyt the-serpent-prince
I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.
Cath CrowleyChase is playing escort this morning. He gets cranky if we keep him waiting too long."
"We wouldn't want the man with the Taser to get cranky.
Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see
That little piece of heaven looking back at me.
Now that it's over, I just wanna hold her.
I've gotta live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today.
Stichwörter: emotional lucy skillet
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