Wearing a Mask - a Medieval Romance (The Sword of Glastonbury Book 14) by Lisa Shea

Author:Lisa Shea [Shea, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Minerva Webworks LLC
Published: 2016-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Isabel stared at Eric in shock. Her mouth opened –

He casually reached over. With a hook of the finger he lifted the mask up off her head.

Her breath left her. She suddenly felt as naked as a newborn babe.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “So you really thought it? You, with those glowing green eyes that intoxicate? With those luscious red lips which call out to be kissed? You actually believed that a mere mask could ever convince me you were anybody but my very own Isabel?”

The words shot from her mouth before she could rein them in. “I’m not your Isabel.”

He leaned back, his eyes tracing down her leg. “It is easy enough to prove your identity, after all. I am the one who caught you when you were on the cusp of womanhood. I was the first one to put my mark on you.”

Philip’s voice was a low growl. “You shot her as if she were a beast.”

Eric chuckled. “I took her down, as the gods of old took down the maidens they wished to claim. I was the man who first bloodied her.” His eyes glowed at the thought and his eyes delved into Isabel’s core. “Whatever feeble efforts of intimacy that mouse-dung of a husband might have inflicted on you since then, it will all fade into a distant past once you are properly and permanently in my bed.”

He nodded in satisfaction. “It has taken me a while to finally reach this point, but if I know anything it is how to be patient. It clearly was only a matter of time before that pale imitation of a husband faltered and fell. Before you returned to London to become mine.”

Isabel’s voice edged. “I am not yours.”

His teeth sparkled in the candlelight. “Ah, but you are, are you not? You are sitting at my table and eating my food. Every stitch of clothing on your body is mine. The money in your purse was given to you by me. The horses and carriage you rode in were provided by me.”

Isabel’s cheeks flared with flame, and she fought it down with effort. “I am a free woman. My husband, Diggory, is dead. No man holds a claim on me now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you will abandon your father to whatever fates the world has in store for him?”

She flushed. “Of course not. You know I adore my father. I will do whatever I can to protect him. To take care of him.”

He nodded in understanding. “Of course you would. Because you are a dutiful, loving daughter. And that is why we are so perfectly matched.”

Her eyes flared. “I could never be with the likes of you.”

Eric drew to standing. He held out a hand to her. “Come. You and I need to talk alone.”

Philip was on his feet. “You will not be going anywhere alone with Isabel.” His hand hovered over his hilt.

Eric’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “Ever the eager defender, aren’t you. Not to worry, we will simply go out on the balcony here.

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