Sebastian was dangerous, to be sure.
And his kiss was even more so. This embrace left Eurydice flustered, shaken and utterly thrilled. She had never imagined that a simple kiss—the meeting of two pairs of lips—could be such a marvelous experience. She nearly forgot herself and all her notions of good behavior, nearly flung her arms around his neck and surrendered to pleasure.
Fortunately, she recalled her senses in time and tore her lips from his. She would have been despoiled, for certain, and through no small effort of her own.
For good measure, she retreated to the other side of the carriage and put her books in her lap. When she looked up, Sebastian was smiling at her.
Surely he could not have a scheme of seduction?
“I thought you were a maiden in search of adventure,” he said, a
