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"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Lately my mind has been restless. I fear I have given rise to thoughts I should not have," she confessed, standing inside the box.
On the other side of the confession box, a hand lay that lacked the wrinkles the priest usually carried. Veins inked under the skin and a rosary looped around the knuckles.
"How devout of you to spend it in a confession box," came the low, smooth, velvet voice from the other side. "Say the sin, and I'll pay the penance."
"Sebastien...!" Her breath hitched, eyes widening.
She hadn't expected him here. Suddenly, she turned worried that the servant who had accompanied her would find out about the wrong priest.
"W-what are-"
The narrow panel slid back with a soft scrape and she caught his crooked smile. His gaze caught her like a hunter in still water. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Your defiance is lovely. And I cannot wait to keep you awake until it melts one day," he murmured, smooth as sin.
A treacherous heat stirred within her at his words. She stated, "You cannot fix what is not yours."
A chuckle escaped from him. "No. But I can ruin what attempts to own you." His charm did not falter. "And I am very good at ruining, Emma."
The beads clicked.
"Ten minutes now," he said kindly, as if he were the one with something to lose. "Or take the carriage I send tomorrow-and we both know which out of the two is kinder."
"And if I do neither?" she asked, feeling her pulse rise.
"Then I will learn your windows and your walks. And which streets make you quicken your step. I will offer you civilities until you grow weary of them," he said, turning the crucifix with his thumb.
"You make obsession sound like affection," she managed, the confession box suddenly too small for both his voice and her pulse.
"I make affection honest. Choose," Sebastien said softly, head tilting a fraction. "I will be good."
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Emma Petrov's marriage was no less than a cage. However, Sebastien was the wolf at the door.