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A gift of trust
*Tia* As he escorts me from the room, I am a bit surprised based on the way his eyes darkened as he rubbed my chin that he hasn’t tossed me on a nearby sofa and hefted up my skirts. Once outside, I lock the door, already dreading the encounter I will have with Mrs. Barnaby regarding the keys in the morning. I am going to reclaim the room whether Killian likes it or not. When he isn’t around, I will entertain myself by playing the piano. I understand it is his castle and his rules, but some are in need of breaking. Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping. “How are you managing to keep my boot on?” he asks. “I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides filling up the space around my foot. A tr
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