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... m but not harsh. His skin was soft, warm. She could feel the shape of his fingers around hers. But Vivienne couldn’t move. Couldn’t even open her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Her mind was spinning. Nothing was making sense.
What was happening?
This wasn’t what she expected. Not at all.
Vivienne had imagined a sickly man, pale and weak, lying in bed and coughing out blood. That was what Madame Mireille told her. That the Duke was either sick or p ...
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