Go back to your berth.”
The lightning had ceased, but her eyes sparked with a fire all their own. “But I-“
“You’re not safe here.” He wrenched open the door to the ladies’ cabin and waved her through it. “Go to bed, Miss Turner.”
Yes, go to bed, he thought, as she wordlessly swept through the door and he drew it shut behind her. Go to your bed, before I sweep you off to mine.

Autore: Tessa Dare

Go back to your berth.”<br />The lightning had ceased, but her eyes sparked with a fire all their own. “But I-“<br />“You’re not safe here.” He wrenched open the door to the ladies’ cabin and waved her through it. “Go to bed, Miss Turner.”<br /><i>Yes, go to bed,</i> he thought, as she wordlessly swept through the door and he drew it shut behind her. <i>Go to your bed, before I sweep you off to mine.</i> - Tessa Dare




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