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Everything seemed to be a bit hazy. Gillian watched James explode into the dining room. He moved with a surprising swiftness and ease, as if he was quite accustomed to battling the minions of a hellfire club. Earlier that day he had shown her his sweet, irresistible, and all too seductive side, but now she saw a warrior before her.
She tried to walk toward him but tripped. Her feet felt clumsy, and she looked down. She blinked past the pain in her head, and with an odd distant feeling she noticed that the beautiful purple gown she wore was torn, and—was that blood smeared on her bodice? Heavens…whose blood is that? The sound of fighting drew her attention back to the dining room, and she looked up.
Her mouth fell open as she saw James grab a man and throw him over the table as he foug
