10
At luncheon, Peregrine was still grinning like an i***t at the dining room table. Last night had been wonderful. Sitting and talking with Sabrina, holding her in his arms, he had felt like he was back at Lady Germain’s again. Somehow lightning had managed to strike twice. He hadn’t thought it possible to feel the same unimaginable passion with another woman after he’d made love to that mysterious fae queen beneath the stars.
Yet Sabrina had brought that feeling of magic back to him. That was what he’d been missing in life these last several months. The aching loneliness he felt as the Earl of Rutland had not only been tempered but was fading the more he thought of Sabrina.
“Had your fill of canaries, have we?” Rafe asked as Peregrine filled his plate with food.
Peregrine sat down ac
