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his journal and pen, but Althea had refused that. Raking his hands through his wiry white hair, he’d argued, but had finally capitulated.
    The earl did command that they not open the crypt, then left them to deal with Crenshaw.
    Father had motioned her close. “I know what he says, missy, but we’re to open that crypt on the morrow.”
    For the first time in her life, she had doubted her father. She had taken a deep breath, knowing she must argue, but she hadn’t dared upset Father while he was so weak. “He said we mustn’t and he appears to want Zayan’s destruction, too. I think—” She had broken off as she sensed the earl’s return. Heat flooded her body; her skin prickled in awareness. She couldn’t meet her father’s eyes, terrified he might guess at her reaction. She placed her hand on her father’s, relieved at the warmth there.
    “You’d best go to bed, Althea.”
    “I will stay with you, tonight, Father.”
    “O’Leary can stay.” The earl’s deep baritone murmured down her spine.
    Althea had twisted to face him, catching her breath once again at the power he exuded. “Mr.

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    O’Leary? He is a fine man but I would not trust him to change a bandage, much less care for my father. And where was he while that…that monster attacked my father? Father needs me . I intend to stay with him, I will not leave his side.”
    “Miss Yates, please…Zayan will not launch another attack tonight, not with dawn so close.”
    “True,” Father had croaked. “You need your rest, my dear. His…lordship—” He broke off to cough. “His lordship is right, lovey. Go to your bed.”
    The earl had spoken in her head. Tonight, I need you, love. I need to be with you. I need to watch over you.
    And so here she was, gathering the garlic flowers from the side of her bed to toss them away. Images from her dreams raced through her mind as she unclasped the cross from her neck and poured the chain onto her bedside table, beside her spectacles. Her hands skimming down his bare back. His mouth on her lips, her throat, her nipples. His erection sliding slowly between her legs.
    The images left her trembling, hot, wet.
    In three hurried steps, Althea had reached the window and plucked the flowers from there.
    She lifted the sash and dropped the flowers into the dark.
    A soft fluttering sound—the beat of wings—told her he had come. She stepped back and he flew out of the dark as a black bat. In a blink, the earl stood in the shadows of her room, and stepped into the pool of moonlight. The silvery light rippled over his broad shoulders, across the planes of his chest, down the lean length of his legs. His erection, long and straight, gleamed like a sword.
    “You’re nude!”
    A surprising self-effacing smile touched his mouth. “My body can shift shape but my clothes do not.” He bowed.
    She drank in the flex of his magnificent muscles as the earl bent and straightened. His erection wobbled. She tried to draw her gaze away but couldn’t help but stare. Curved like a drawn bow, it bumped his navel. Even to her inexperienced eye, his staff was magnificent. She tightened inside just looking at it.
    Her cheeks flamed when she finally met his eyes, glittering in the light.
    This was her dream come to life. Did she dare let herself experience it?
    The Earl of Brookshire held out his hand. “Come to me, love.”
    With a soft, shy giggle, Althea did, and he cupped her fingers to raise them to his lips, drawing her up against his naked body, against his surprisingly warm flesh. His cock pressed against her belly and she caught her breath.
    She would do just a little bit from her dreams. Not everything.
    But as the earl’s hot mouth stroked over her knuckles, her knees almost buckled. His lips, wet and soft, pressed against her fingers. With a whispered moan, she gazed up into his glowing mirrored eyes.
    It was impossible to guess the earl’s