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"I should warn you , Mademoiselle, I have little interest left in the truth. If you have something to say, you had better say itnow, before it is too late."
There was no mistaking Stephens excitement. His eyes glittered wildly now, his nostrils flared. His grip upon her had tightened, and his body throbbed urgently against hers.
"I have nothing to say, " Mary said hoarsely.
"Good." He lifted her in his arms. Their gazes locked and her will died. She had never known her body could be so hungry.
"The time for words is over."
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