feelings he gets when he looks at her, or when she speaks to him or glance his way. He just wanted to kiss her senseless and feel her melt beneath his arms. But that is the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. She has pretty evil tricks up her sleeves. He doesn’t want to fall for it again. This one now is enough.
“I’m sorry,” she said, getting up, and walking over to sit next to him.
He scooted away, not wanting to be near her. She just laughs and scooted closer.
“Duke, I’m sorry,” she said again, her hand on his arm to stop him from moving away.
If only she knew what her touch could do to him.
“I…I guess I over did it back there by kissing you,” she said, sighing as her hand slid from his arm.
That was more than a mere kiss, he wanted to argue, but he was possessed by silence.
“I know you wanted to throttle me, even yell or lecture, whatever, but…” She paused for a moment and looked at him. “I really hope you will forgive me for it. I…did something that I wasn’t supposed to.”
He will give her a point for that one.
“I just…” She blew off a breath and shook her head. “Never mind. I won’t use that Kiss of Silence any more. It’s only my first time. I haven’t even figured out how to undo it yet.”
Kiss of Silence. He’d heard of it somewhere. There was a potion made from a rare poisonous flower that if a woman was to apply it to her lips and kiss a person it would silence them, or worst kill them. Such insanity. Why does this Death need it anyway? And what does she mean by not knowing how to undo it? She would sure be the death of him. This new name Death that he had come across at the moment sure does fit her well. Avangelene, the Lady of Death.
“But I think I remember an old lady telling me to…” she trailed off, rubbing her chin in a thoughtful manner. “Hm, I think I only have to kiss you again since it repels when a person who’s already poisoned comes back into contact with the poisoner.”
Dear Lord, he doesn’t want that.
“I know it’s the last thing you want me to do,” she answered as if she had read his mind. “And you’re right. It’s the last thing I wanted to do, too, but I have to save you or you will have to remain silent forever, or worse, die.” She placed her hand on his arm and said softly, “I would never be able to forgive myself if you die.”
You should have thought of that earlier. There was so much he wanted to say. No wonder she wanted him dead silent.
“Would you…allow another kiss?”
He would have burst out saying, “You didn’t ask permission for that first one,” but couldn’t. He just turns to look at her and shrug, although he would like nothing better than to kiss her again, except in a more intimate nature than a grandmother’s peck.
“Is that…a yes?” She seemed nervous, which was so unlike her.
Avangelene, the Lady of Death, was never nervous, nor afraid of anything. Except to kiss him again, of course. He would have grin at that thought but doesn’t want to soften up on her just yet. In reply, he just shrugs again.
She frowned at him and turned away murmuring, “So unlike a duke to always be shrugging.”
Well, if he has anything to say in this, he would have pointed out that it’s so unladylike for a woman to ask to kiss a man. But sadly, she’s not a lady. And she wouldn’t give a damn about his thoughts or opinions, or anything for all that matters. She’s just Avangelene who gets her way with everything. And unfortunately, she’s wrapping him around her fingers, and he can’t escape. He doesn’t want to.
He smiled to himself as he sees that she’s getting quite annoy and taps her shoulder. She turned to look at him but his lips came down on hers, ignoring any protest that she might have.
Sneaky , Duke, Avangelene thought as the Duke of Hargate held her and devour the wits out of her with his mouth, savoring each taste with his tongue. It was more than what’s needed to cure his silence, yet he wouldn’t stop–she couldn’t stop. There’s something about this annoying duke that always does strange things to her and make her