She’d announced that they did not need their personal servants. She very much wanted to be alone with him, and it wasn’t for lustful reasons. She hungered to know him better. “You never really explained how you joined the army,” she said as they passed through Camberwell Toll Gate. “Didn’t your parents object?” “Somewhat. I think they recognized the madman in me, though.” “You’re not mad.” He smiled. “I feed off excitement as a vampire feeds off blood,” he said again, making her instantly hot and needy. The glint in his eyes sent off warning signals, but it was so much part of him that she rejoiced. “I can’t cure you,” she said calmly. “I don’t want to be cured. I think you’re something of a madwoman yourself.” Oh no. She was not going to talk about sex in broad daylight. “So your parents let you go.”
