Forty six
Alaric bounded out of the chair so he could tower over her when he deliberately intimidated her. "You may keep this by the hearth," he announced. "And now I'll have your appreciation." "And William?" she asked, ignoring his suggestion that she give him proper thanks. "William can go to—" "The bedroom?" Father Murdock blurted out as he bounded down the steps. "He isn't the last face I want to see before I fall asleep," Alaric snapped. "Put him in the wine cellar if you're bent on hanging him someplace, Deni , but I don't want to see his face again." Deni looked as if she wanted to argue with her husband. Father Murdock clasped her hand in both of his. "One bite at a time, sweet lass," he whispered to her. Alaric gave the priest a hard look, then went over to the table and poured himse
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