Kassandra whirled to face the arrogant military man she'd
hoped never to see again, remembering all too clearly his
kisses that lingered like molten honey on her lips. To admit
it was her innocence he'd stolen in a moment of blazing
passion would ruin her father's diplomatic career and
forever destroy her reputation.
Stefan nearly shouted in triumph. He'd searched throughout
Vienna for the beguiling tavern wench who had aroused him
past endurance, and here she stood like a shimmering
goddess. He must have her, he would have her—if only
to safeguard her honor by making her his wife.
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