Easy, luv. Don't stir the devil, or you'll 'ave to pay the consequences."
"I'm not sure I have any coin on me," she said leaning closer and kissing the stubbled roughness of his jaw. "Do you think he would accept my favors instead?" A sultry whisper in his ear.
Blade groaned, "Bloody 'ell, Honor. Don't tease a man so."
"But it's so very exciting.
I am tempted to incapacitate him with the hemlock and then castrate him.”
Lena paled. “I don’t think that would be very wise,” she said. “And the only knife we own is what I use for the cooking. You’re not using that.”
“I was planning on using a spoon,” Honoria replied.
Mots clés humor wicked steampunk
You're staring."
"Can't 'elp meself, he replied. You were made to be stared at.
Aye, then.Come and dance with the Ech'lon. You can be me bloody retinue. King o' Fools and 'is merry band o' jesters. If they don't laugh us out o' the tower, it'll be a bleedin' miracle.
Bec McMasterLooking up, he met her startled gaze. 'Let down your guard, Honor. Let me in. Let me love you.' He kissed her lips, tasted the sweetness of her breath. 'Trust me. I won't ever 'urt you.
Bec McMasterSweet dreams,luv."His smile suddenly blazed as though he knew what her dreams would be full of."I know mine will be.
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