![]() Thirty seconds, perhaps less, and he could have the guard spitting dirt. If they did, he would have died in that hell-scented cell in India.Ī tremor ran through his fingers. In the space between their bodies, the guard’s grip on his musket tightened. He had no desire to hurt the guard but, by God, he would not be turned away. ![]() ![]() He’d dashed through her courtyard like a hunted thief. He’d scaled the outer wall of Lady Sophia’s infamous mansion. He’d fought his way to the outskirts of London. Already, dawn cast shadows into the mist. “I don’t give a damn about Lady Sophia or her rules. “You misunderstand.” Max placed a hand on the guard’s shoulder. And Lady Sophia does not allow uninvited-” ![]() “You will let me pass.” He trapped the lone man guarding the private gambling salon against Lady Sophia’s garden gate. Maximilian Harrison’s heart beat for a single purpose: get to Lavinia. ![]()
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