She was a prize and he'd parade her before all. She was prey- his prey, and he'd not let her go. If she darted for cover he'd spring and sink his teeth into her. "Oh, but I insist on a turn on the floor," Val purred, his pulse racing, his nostrils flared. "Then perhaps if we venture close to the windows-" You have a choice each moment on the field, in school and in life. The lady did not look entirely happy.Ī state of affairs that didn't escape her father. Her full berry-red lips were pressed together, her dark brows gathered. Oh, she wanted to deny him, he could tell. "Might I have the pleasure of this next dance, Miss Royle?" He took her hand and brought it to his lips, peering over her knuckles. "Your Grace." The lady's face, oval and proud and naturally olive-complexioned, paled at the sight of him.Īctually, he was rather used to that sort of reaction to his sudden appearance. The result was that Miss Royle had a dowry with few rivals in England. Hippolyta Royle was the only daughter of Sir George Royle, who had gone to the East Indies to make his fortune and had done quite a good job indeed. She was on the arm of an older man, her father. He diverted his course, intercepting the woman. A victim of his plots and of his villainy. “He started for the door, thinking of crimson velvet and burning eyes- and a woman's face swam into view.Īh. Predator mindsets are focused on achieving their goals, aggressive, quick to strike at their opponents while prey mindsets are worried about what their opponent might do and are constantly reacting instead of acting.
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