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to whisper something to calm me when I felt the soft brush of his lips at the corner of my mouth. Damn he was good, the kiss had started so subtle and light but now I reacted and my hand got hold of his chin. His stubble grazed me and Roydon got more involved, his tongue slipped into my mouth and everything flared. He was holding my waist, very gentlemanly as if I were precious.
    This kiss had me intoxicated by its softness.
      "What was that?" I asked, completely entranced.
      "Well Ms. Di Terzi" he said, his fingers lost in my hair, stroking my scalp so gently I felt tingles of arousal "I had to kiss your mouth shut."
     
     
    IV
     
      Gioia plump lips parted and he resisted the urge to kiss her again.  Her eyes were very bright, an azure blue, and he felt the raucous of her pulse, a tremor spreading to her whole body while he brushed her hair.
    Roydon had indulged to this mortal little whim, seizing her when he had all the reasons not to. Gioia was invading a part of his mind, it distracted him from lack of wine, he never felt the sensations so sharp, their mouths slowly embraced had revived a pang of need in his loins. 
      "Why don't you bleed?" she asked with a husky voice.
    Roydon gestured her to follow him into the Guildhall.
    He unlocked the great wooden door, resetting the system at maximum alarm. After all, he was not to forget than the Guild was under attack.
    *
    So he had kissed me in order to put my panick to a stop. How generous of him.
    It didn't not satisfy my curiosity though. I was pretty sure that no man, not even the trained soldiers, could take a shot like that and not even lose a great amount of blood. No human could decently like Roydon had!
    It's a no-no, don't even go there Gioia. Not into supernatural fantasies territory again. Not after believing something had moved and was ready to come out of a tombstone.
    Wanting England to be the stuff of Gothic novels is no good reason for making all that up.  Definitely not!
    Roydon lead me into the very room I had had my first peak of him.
    He took off his blazer quickly and threw it over an armchair.
      "Have a seat, Ms Di Terzi, please."
    The room was super comfy, something in between a study and a library and a conference room.  I reluctantly sat.
      "Quite the eventful night, isn't it?" he said, staring right at me.
    I was sure that my lips would forever keep a memory of him. My body would forever remember Roydon Thamesian: my hands his chin and shoulders, hair his fingertips, my skin his eyes, every little part of me wore the Thamesian mark.
      "And you are?" I asked, determined to throw him out of balance.
    "Roydon Thamesian, why, don't you remember?" he responded with a smile.
    "Stop the mindgames. I mean, who, what, are you?"
    I must admit I was a little reckless there, gambling everything at once for a chance to gain some insight.
    "And don't think about kissing me again into silence". Please, please kiss me again.
    Roydon was sitting like a real Englishman, legs crossed, hands carefully joined and elegantly poised. His left arm was sligthly lax, he must have felt the hurt.
      "What happened tonight was an unlikely occurence, even for me. I should have insisted for you to go home and handled the matter alone. It's a shame that your visit of the gallery was so short. Drink this it will do you good."
    He poured me a glass of iced tea.
    He was texting, his hands nervously typing super fast.  He stopped and faced me again.
      "I am Ms. Di Terzi, the Guildhall's guardian. That's what I truly am."
    "I suppose you don't mean you are the concierge of this place."
    "I am its true keeper. I have been for seven centuries now.
    I am pretty much immortal."
    Okaaay. Obviously this job had swallowed his sanity.
    "Mr Thamesian" I tried to stop him from going on.
    This beautiful, magnetic man deserved better than this.
    He stood up and in the blink of an eye, he was all over me.
    *
      "You will go back home, your little house in St-John's road is safe,