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Go And Change Your Gown, Mary," Daniel Interjected. "i'm Partial To Gold. If You've A Gown In That Color, Wear It To Please Me. If Not, White Will Do Well Enough. I'm Wedding You, Lady Mary." Lord Daniel Ferguson Caught Lady Mary Before She Hit The Floor. He Wasn't At All Irritated That His Intended Had Just Fainted Dead Away, And He Actually Let Out A Full Burst Of Laughter As He Swept Mary Up Into His Arms And Held Her Against His Chest. "she's Overcome With Gratitude, Alec," Daniel Called Out To His Friend. "aye, Daniel, I Can See She Is," Alec Answered.

Iain Didn't Go Back To Sleep For A Long While. He Continued To Think About All The Logical Reasons He Would Never Allow Himself To Be Turned Into A Lovesick Weakling Like Patrick, And When He Finally Fell Asleep, He Had Convinced Himself That He Would Distance His Heart From His Mind. He Dreamed About Her.

I Will Find Her." "and When You Do?" Roger Asked. "i Will Make Her Mine," The Warrior Answered In A Hard, Determined Voice. "she Will Be Mine." The Vow Was Made.

Lady Madelyne Had Sealed Her Own Fate. She'd Warmed His Feet.