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Malcolm stretched his arm out of the window and drew her into the chamber. She was as light as a bird.
“You must promise me not to make this climb again, lass,” he said, pulling her into his arms without even giving her a chance to remove her cloak. “You’ll be sure to break your neck if you so much as miss a foothold.”
She tilted her head back and smiled into his handsome face. “Well, there was little chance of me falling. I think the angels would have held me up.”
His hand reached up and pushed back the hood of her cloak. His fingers gently traced the softness of the skin at her temple, her cheek, her parted lips. The cloak was cool and damp from the night air, but her skin was warm, and her eyes sparkled like stars in a moonless sky. “Were you so eager to come to me?”
She nodded,
