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“Perfect.”Lady Guinevere swept across the room and opened the door.“You may leave, my lord.We have everything well in hand.And you know you are no longer drugged, and?—”
“No.You’ll tell me more.Why have you set a guard after her?”
Lady Guinevere reached for Temple’s shoulder.
But he brushed off her touch.
The guard in the corner growled, and between two breaths stood in front of his lady like a beast ready to bite.“Do not touch Lady Guinevere.”Every word low and dangerous.
Lady Guinevere swept him out of the way.“All is well, Mr.Bran.And all is well, Lord Knightly.The guard is for your lady’s protection.”
“It’s what we do,” Miss Maple said quietly, “when the ladies fear violence.”
