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Chapter Thirty-Eight
A Proposal
Blast it all.
Furious, Keelan tried to scramble to her feet, but her legs were entangled in her gown. She’d lost a slipper. A slight headache began to throb behind her eyebrows. A rebellious sob escaped, and she rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. What a horrible night.
The cruel scent of sandalwood drifted into her nose just as steely arms lifted her from the ground and placed her gently on the bench. A warm hand replaced her slipper. She opened her eyes.
Sleek and lethal, Landon stood in front of her. His eyes were thunderous, face stony, all marbled planes and angles, every one of them livid.
His voice, although soft and gentle, still vibrated with fury. “Are you hurt?” He scanned her tear-streaked face, eyes softening as he wiped a tea
