"IF I hadn't doubled back to follow you, those black-hearted scoundrels would have seen to it that you lost more than just your reputation". She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
We don't know that for sure. Given more time, I'm quite certain I could have reasoned with them. After all, they weren't common thugs, but gentlemen.
"Perhaps its time you learned, Miss Cabot, that beneath the silk waistcoat of every gentleman beats the heart of a beast."
With him looming over her in the moonlight, his voice a smoky growl, that claim wasn't difficult to believe.
"Even beneath yours, Lord Trevelyan?" He leaned even closer, his brandy scented breath grazing her lips.
"Especially beneath mine"
