*Daisy*
A few minutes after the clock strikes nine this Monday evening, I clutch the tray until my fingers ache. I repeat my mantra as I make my way up the stairs.
Focus on the she-wolf. Ignore Ace. Don’t think about the way he looked at me last night at the Fair and Spare, as though he'd like nothing more than to gobble me up. Or the way all my feminine bits had eagerly awaited him. I need to properly identify the she-wolf. I need to get the information for my client. I need to get out of this bloody household and away from a man who is making it far too easy to understand how my mother may have been beguiled into falling for the wrong sort.
When I reach his bedchamber door, I redouble my resolve to concentrate on the she-wolf and then kick the thick wood twice with my toe.
"Come."
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