Standing unashamedly naked beside the bed, she leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the bed. “Sir Kit will take me away and force me to be his mistress if you don’t. If you don’t fight, you’re admitting that the Argents are right, and your lord will have no choice but to fine you for thievery.”
He was too busy gazing in awe at her body to register her words initially, and when they finally did, he exhaled deeply and stretched, a sullen expression settling on his face. “That’s not fair, but it’s true,” he conceded with a reluctant nod, before forcing himself to stand upright, eyes still locked with hers. “Will you be here to greet me should I survive?”
She gave him a faintly disgusted look, then stepped close to him and kissed him thoroughly. “Does that answer your question, my lord? I love you. I would not willingly be parted from you.”