Begging your pardon, princess. Did I neglect to pull my forelock?"
She held up a hand.Her temper was a vile thing when loose, and the drumming in her head warned her it was very close to springing free.
"I'm already annoyed.It won't take much to push me to furious.

Author: Nora Roberts

Begging your pardon, princess. Did I neglect to pull my forelock?"<br />She held up a hand.Her temper was a vile thing when loose, and the drumming in her head warned her it was very close to springing free.<br />"I'm already annoyed.It won't take much to push me to furious. - Nora Roberts




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