A momentary twinge of guilt had sparked in Godric when he poured laudanum in Emily’s brandy. He wanted to trust her, give back her freedom, but she’d run. He couldn’t let her go, not until his revenge was complete. Even then, Godric wasn’t ready to set his fascinating little captive free. It amused him to see her discovering her own sensuality, though he knew that this did not cast him in an angelic light. He had to persuade Emily to take him, not force himself upon her, and none of it had to do with his revenge on Albert Parr.
Once she succumbed to sleep, he called to the other side of the room where his friends were gathered. “Ash, could you help me?”
“What do you need?” Ashton rose from the table and came over.
Godric touched the woman’s cheek, her skin was baby soft. “Emily?”
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