"Your reputation precedes you. The driver would take me no farther than the gates."
His eyes narrowed. "The gates are a mile off. You came all that way alone, in the dark?" In two steps he was turning her in his hands as if she were still a child, searching for any visible sign of violence. "You might have been hurt."
Warmth blossomed everywhere he touched, evoking well-worn memories of the unrequited calf-love of her childhood. She couldn’t afford to indulge in emotional nostalgia. Not when her future was at stake. Flushed, she circumvented his grasp. "My only other option was to spend the night on the moors, alone and in the dark. The walk seemed the lesser evil."
"As you have no experience with evil, you're ill prepared to determine its degrees.”
