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Mahnoor Asif By MahnoorAsif6 Updated Nov 03, 2014


Helston, England

September 1854

Around midnight, her eyes at last took shape. The look in them was feline, half determined and half tentative-all trouble. Yes, they were just right, those eyes. Rising up to her fine, elegant brow, inches from the dark cascade of her hair.

He held the paper at arm's length to assess his progress. It was hard, working without her in front of him, but then, he never could sketch in her presence. Since he had arrived from London-no, since he had first seen her-he'd had to be careful always to keep her at a distance.

Every day now she approached him, and every day was more difficult than the one before. It was why he was leaving in the morning-for India, for the Americas, he didn't know or care. Wherever he ended up, it would be easier than being here.

He leaned over the drawing again, sighing as he used his thumb to perfect the smudged charcoal pout of her full bottom lip. This lifeless paper, cruel imposter, was the only way to ta...

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LaceyTeeter LaceyTeeter Mar 22, 2015
Is this the actual book word for word? I just finished the hush hush series now I want to read this one! :)