Catherine notices something, though, and glances over at Kiaran . . . She freezes, gaping in shock.He isn’t even bothering with invisibility, then. I bite my tongue to restrain the vile oath that threatens to slip out. When he said we would finish last night’s conversation, I didn’t think that meant he’d accost me in a public garden.Kiaran stops next to me and doesn’t bother to acknowledge Catherine or Dona. His amethyst eyes bore into mine, challenging me. Now that I see them in full daylight, I can’t help but notice how piercing they are, how unyielding.‘I need to speak with you,’ he says.Catherine and Dona gasp at his presumption. A gentleman never approaches a group of ladies and says something so forward. And Kiaran is already looking at me in a way that betrays far too much familiarity.My private life is now exposed to him, and here I am. Not a huntress. Not the violent creature who slaughtered two redcaps just last night. A mere lady: fine garments, parasol and all.And now I must act the part or risk losing my reputation.
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