Her Ladyship's Curse

The kiss he gave me caused me to temporarily forget the various aches and pains afflicting me, and for a moment I allowed myself the luxury of imagining a life where I could have such kisses whenever I wanted them. Slipping into Dredmore’s arms every night, spending long hours rousing each other’s beasts and then falling asleep, boneless with exhaustion and saturated with contentment . . .



It would only cost me my independence, my heart, and every ounce of my self-respect.



“I did mention that I was leaving,” I said as soon as I was permitted to breathe again.



“Someday we’ll go to Paris, and I’ll introduce you to more Raphaels,” he told me. “But for now, you will remain here.” He looked past me and nodded.



I glanced back and saw Connell and another brute coming down from the pavilion, both focused on me. Which meant—“You can’t be serious. Not after what just happened between us. Lucien.”



“It’s for your own good, my sweet.” He handed me off to the men. To them, he said, “Lock her up.”



Will Deathmage Lucien Dredmore ever let Kit escape? Who sent the snuffmages after her—and whose side is Inspector Doyle on? And finally, what is the nefarious plot Lord Walsh is involved in—and how will Kit ever survive it?



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