A quickening in the blood
Edmund seated himself beside her. ‘Your face is very wet.’ He drew a handkerchief from his sleeve. ‘Let me dry that, at least.’ She did not look at him as his hand gently rubbed her...
Edmund seated himself beside her. ‘Your face is very wet.’ He drew a handkerchief from his sleeve. ‘Let me dry that, at least.’ She did not look at him as his hand gently rubbed her...
