The way Cecily had felt within his arms, the way his body had felt inside of hers, the feel of her water magic as it swirled around them. The ethereal beauty of her face by candlelight. He muttered a curse and sat up, rubbing his cheeks with his hands. If he continued on like this, he would not be able to resist her invitation, should her messenger boy send one. And he had to protect her. Even if it meant protecting her from himself. She could not see it now, past the first blush of passion, but he knew people better than she. Cecily would come to hate him for making her an outcast. And although the disease had spread no farther, he had no assurance that it would not overtake him some day, turning him into a complete monster. He should never have allowed last night to happen. Giles had always been in control with women, but Cecily had the ability to shatter him with only a touch. Faith, ever since that first day on the beach when she had come within touching distance of him, he hadn’t been able to resist reaching out to her.
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