For a long moment, he simply looked at her. Then he laughed—a real laugh, low and warm—and handed her the letter. “Read it. Then give me what is mine.”
“Because,” he murmured, lifting a hand to brush a curl from her cheek, “your brother also stole something from me. A journal. And I suspect he gave it to you.” Patimile Iubirii De Stephanie Laurens Pdf Download --LINK
Her body betrayed her. A shiver—not of fear, but of longing—raced down her spine. She had heard the rumors: the Duke of Ashworth did not marry; he conquered. But standing in the dark, with his voice like velvet and steel, she wondered if the conquest might be mutual. For a long moment, he simply looked at her
The study smelled of leather, brandy, and something darker—danger. She lit a single candle, hands trembling, and began searching his desk. Then give me what is mine