Daydreams Were Dangerous Because They Made Her

Sometimes The Most Simple Conclusion Is Also The Most Correct

Isabelle Is Like A Warrior Going Into Battle And She Needs… You Said Yes? You'd Really Choose An Inexperienced Squire?" She Asked, Her Voice Incredulous. He Laughed. "i Would." She Smiled. "you're Lying To Me To Make Me Feel Better. It's All Right. It's Working. Now Tell Me Another Lie.

Every Man Has A Weakness," He Patiently Explained. "i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You." "every Man?" "yes," He Answered Emphatically. His Hand Moved To The Back Of Her Neck. Twisting Her Curls Around His Fist, He Jerked Her Head Back. His Face Loomed Over Hers, His Breath Warm And Sweet As He Stared Down Into Her Eyes. "what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?" She Asked. "you.

Men. They Were All So Incredibly Easy To Sway. Pat Them On Their Heads, Give Them Something To Eat, And They'll Follow You Anywhere. Add A Smile And A Few Stupid Compliments, And They'll Immediately Forget All About Their Other Responsibilities.

For Though Duncan Was A Mere Mortal, Flawed As Well, He'd Accomplished A Daring Feat. Aye, He'd Captured An Angel. And She Belonged To Him.