Look Into My Eyes
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Last published Tue, Dec 29, 2015
"Look into my eyes Isabel and tell me why now? Why are you suddenly becoming a mother to Amelia?"
His golden orbs were dark, probing for answers and ready to pounce if I uttered the wrong thing.
My heart was beating at a rhythm I recognized, it was uncontrollable, just like the Rothschild that was glaring at me from his superior height. Blace was just as domineering as I remembered, this was the first time in three long years that we were this close and my autonomic system was not fully prepared.
He brought my face closer to his, a part of his arm brushing past my chest. I knew he could feel my heart beating rapidly. He grinned wickedly, the humor not reaching his golden eyes.
"The Sawyers will never again have a claim to a Rothschild heir, you will not conceive a son Isabel, not by me, " Blace let go of my face, not looking back, and left me flustered leaning on the hallway wall.
I thought of Amelia, I thought of her sweet smile and mustered enough courage to speak loud enough before he could fully retreat.
"We'll see Rothschild, we'll see, " I challenged, he turned around to face me again but I had already passed him.
Before I could think about what I was about to do, I opened the mahogany doors that would lead to his bedchamber...
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