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“She won’t let you in,” Mary predicted, her round little face more doleful than usual.
“How can you be sure?”
“Are you the last man on earth?” Mary Margaret demanded, tugging on the leg of his hose.
“I don’t believe so"
The little girl pondered his reply for a moment before shrugging. “Well, even if you were, Willow still wouldn’t let you in.”
“Or stay married to you,” Ennis muttered.

Had he seized her lips as roughly as he had seized her hands, she might have been able to resist him. But his mouth closed over hers with such unspeakable tenderness, she feared she might already be dreaming. A kiss so enchanting should have broken every curse, granted every wish, given even the saddest story a happy ending.
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“Then I am afraid I shall have to claim the freedom you so generously offered me.”
Bannor jerked up his head, anger sparking in his eyes. “And where will you go, my lady? Will you return to your father’s household?” He took her hands, forcing her fists open. He stroked the calluses that still scarred her palms with his thumbs.“Is being treated less than the lowliest servant preferable to being my wife?"
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“And am I in danger at this moment?”
“More than you know,” he breathed, lifting his other hand to brush a snowflake from her hair.
“I’m not the least bit afraid,” she lied "You are a kind and honorable man, Bannor of Elsinore. A man who would never hurt anyone weaker and more helpless than himself"
He stroked his thumb over the softness of her bottom lip. "But you are not helpless, my lady."
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Desmond’s flat voice penetrated the silken web Willow had woven around him. “What happened to him?”
“Willow shooted him. He’s going to heaven.”
Bannor opened one eye to find his daughter standing over him, her mane of golden curls haloed by the sun. “Would you miss me, sweeting, if I died?”
Mary Margaret thought about it for a minute, then shrugged. “Don’t s’pose so. It can’t be much farther away than France.
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You dare to chide me for sins I’ve yet to commit, but what about your own?Since you came to Elsinore, you’ve incited my children to open rebellion. You’ve hardened their hearts against me.”
“I didn’t harden their hearts!” she cried. “You did! The same way you hardened mine—with your inattention and your indifference.”
His voice softened as he took her chin "Those are sins I cannot deny. But I am coming to regret them

Stand and yield,” she called out, her voice far steadier than her hands. “For I cannot allow you to pass.”
Bannor’s crooked grin was somehow more intimidating than a snarl. ’Twould have been far easier to despise him if he’d been cursed with horns and a tail instead of twinkling blue eyes and a dimple in his jaw. “What would you have me yield, my lady? My sword or my heart?"

*screams, flails, dies*

“I heard he boils ’em in a big pot,” Edward offered cheerfully, “then sucks the marrow from their bones.” He lifted an invisible bone to his lips and made smacking noises.
Mary Margaret rushed over and buried her face in the leg of Willow’s breeches. “Oh, Willow,” she wailed, “what if Papa eats you all up?"

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Then you came.”
Willow wanted to recoil, but she was forced to watch helplessly as that rigid jaw began to quiver. “You with your big gray eyes and your soft black hair. We saw the way he looked at you that day in the courtyard! We knew he’d never come to love us if he had you to love!”
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Might I have a word with your son, my lord?”
Desmond clutched at the front of the quilted gambeson Bannor wore to protect his armor. “Please don’t let her take me, Father! She’s a madwoman!”
Bannor leaned down and said in his son’s ear: “In future contests, Sir Desmond the Invincible, I’d advise you to choose your opponents with more care.” To Willow, he extended a hand toward the castle. “Be my guest."
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