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“Are you afraid that if I say I love you, that I have always loved you, that I will love you until the day I die… are you afraid you will want to say it back?”
The first tear fell.
“Because I do. And I have. And I will.”
“This is not fair,” she said, biting hard into her lower lip.
💘😭

“The world will do as it wishes. It is a different world now than it was when I first arrived in this country. There was no Limehouse,no place I could walk on the street and feel safe.” Perhaps it was not that she felt she couldn’t leave Limehouse; but rather she simply did not want to.
“It will undoubtedly change by the time you counsel your own children" A soft sigh. "Dont let life make you love hard."
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She had the penknife out of her boot, into her hand, swinging wildly.
Then it was knocked free. Easily. Too easily.
She had to fight, she had to scream—
“Hush, or you’ll doom us both,” Edward said as he covered her mouth with his hand.
Persephone’s first instinct was to bite it.
The second was to bite it, then drag her tongue over it, then suck on it.
Heavens. Maybe he’d knocked the sense right out of her.

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It was… an unfathomable accomplishment. Thirty-one years old and rich enough to rival any duke in England.
Edward’s fingers brushed over her gloved hand. “I never thought I’d see it.”
She stared at the sharp contrast of his skin against her midnight blue gloves before looking up at him in confusion. “What?”
“The day that Persephone Cuthbert was struck speechless.”
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“You cannot avoid me all night,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Yes, I can,” she bit out, sharp and reactive.
The scent of bergamot and anise accosted her. How insufferable of him to still be using the same exact soap he’d used a decade ago. How infuriating that he dared to get close enough to her that she could even smell it.