Chapter 6 How to Interrogate Me

"I was clumsy," she lied smoothly, her thumb nervously stroking the hard knuckle of his index finger. She didn't even realize she was doing it, but Corwin certainly did. His jaw tightened at the friction.

"Do not lie to me," Corwin warned, his voice dropping an octave. The cold air in the carriage ...

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