The journey across France had not been easy, but they’d mercifully not run into any Revolutionaries. Or for that matter, she thought as the carriage rocked along the streets, the motion lulling her into a light doze, Royalists. She rested her head on André’s shoulder, felt his arm come round him ...
Reddick had said a couple other things about what he expected her to do in the future. Sabine couldn't say she overly minded—not with arousal beating through her veins and her core wet and clenching for release. She didn't want Reddick, certainly not the way she wanted Aiden ...