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496 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2011
He swore again, and did another passing-strange thing. He shook me so hard my head spun, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead.
When he rounded on me, blue eyes flashing, I almost lost my footing. But he had my shoulders instead of my elbow, and he shook me, once, as he had in the passageway two days - or a lifetime - ago.
D'Arcenne shook me once again, so sharply I flinched.
He grabbed my shoulders, hauled me out of the chair, shook me twice, then crushed me to his chest, his swordhilt digging into my side.
I gasped, for D'Arcenne's hands tensed even more. I would be bruised both on knees and shoulders, come morning.
He whispered an oath that would normally have made me blanch, and pulled me forward into a rough embrace. I nearly cried out as my face crushed against his chest. He breathed another curse into my hair, as the hilt of his sword jabbed me in the shoulder and his belt made a clinking sound...his arms were bruising-tight.
For the love of every god that ever was, I thought, desperately, stop whining, Vianne!