I Was Sure That Fleur
hurts our brains- gladden the hearts
- thinking that it really must be something else
- another licking kiss
- I got a history with cowboys
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I was sure that Fleur would tell me to fling Viscount Arlo from the gondola so he might tumble into the flaming wreckage that had so recently been his hideous submarine. But both she and Isolde seemed too shocked to utter a sound.
“Shall I toss him out?” I asked, shoving Arlo toward the exit. He was still laughing, though, and the sisters’ faces were growing paler.
“His laughter hurts our brains,” Isolde muttered.
“Gonna take that as a yes,” I grunted, hustling Arlo up against the door, pinning him by pressing the heel of my hand into his sternum. We stood like that while I tried to figure out the best way of unlatching the door without letting my prisoner slip free, and without dropping my baby girl. I knew seeing him flail on the way down would gladden the hearts that beat in a warlord’s daughter’s breasts.
“You mustn’t,” Fleur pleaded. I puzzled over the obvious meaning of her words, thinking that it really must be something else. Because why wouldn’t she want to be rid of this dick?
Viscount Arlo ran out of air at last, so we got half a second of quiet before his long, rasping inhalation began. His one eye seized my gaze, and then he ducked his chin to swipe his oily tongue across the back of my hand. I flinched, and he gave my hand another licking kiss.
“Stop that,” I grumbled. “It won’t spur me to release you.”
Arlo laughed again, shrill and loud. He crowed, “Spurs? What fun! You should know I got a history with cowboys.”
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