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doubt.
    “Why do you not want to reclaim what is rightfully yours? I
refuse to believe that you willingly walk away from your birthright.”
    Syranna’s glare and her rising emotions were unmistakable. He
thought he could almost see sparks coming from her eyes and she seemed to be
getting angrier by the moment.
    “You know nothing about me, you arrogant lout! How dare you
accuse me of ignoring my duty! For your information, I have no duty to Vikalla.
My home is no longer here. Now,” Syranna tilted her chin in a truly noble and
commanding fashion, “get out of my room.”
    Marcus reached out and grabbed the hand she had flung toward
the door, as if showing him his way out. Damn her! She treated him like the
worst of the rubbish, which only needed to be swept away. He yanked on the
fragile wrist and Syranna fell forward toward him. Her tenuous hold on the
sheet was lost and her naked body was revealed to him. He saw her full, round
breasts heaving with her rapid, angry breaths. Her nipples were beaded to tight
perfection and distended in the cool night air.
    Marcus caught her in his arms, pressing her against his hard
chest. He easily calmed her futile struggles, looking down into her angry,
upturned face. It seemed impossible to resist her softly parted lips. He
lowered his head and kissed her deeply. His tongue fought and won over hers,
subduing her protests easily. Just when he thought he was wooing her into
complacency, Syranna bit his lower lip.
    “Ow! Hell’s bells, woman!”
     
    Syranna fell back to the bed as his hands shoved her away.
She watched as he rubbed the back of one hand over the injured area. He was
obviously as surprised as she to see that she had drawn blood. Syranna paused
in that moment, shocked at her primitive behavior. She had never hurt anyone or
anything in her life. If nothing else, under her grandfather’s watchful eye,
she became known to take in any kind of hurt animal around the castle and
surrounding properties. The blood on his hand unnerved her. This barbaric
behavior on her part was unforgivable.
    “I am sorry, sir,” Syranna offered contritely. From the look
on Marcus’ face, Syranna knew an apology wouldn’t be enough. “I know that you
are a fair man, and you really don’t want to do this .”
    Marcus stopped at her words. Syranna opened her mouth to add
more fuel to her argument when she saw that he wasn’t looking at her face. His
eyes were quite a bit lower. Syranna glanced down and saw that in her sprawled
landing, her thighs were parted. The light from the torch he carried had
lowered across the bed and bathed her body in the dim illumination. She could
guess his surprise was due to the fact that she was missing the expected hair
to cover her womanhood. Slowly his eyes traveled up her body, and when she met
his gaze, a slow smile curved his sensual mouth upward. In that moment, she
knew her face was covered in an embarrassed flush.
    “My lord Marcus, I know you are a logical and far-thinking
man…”
    “Are you attempting to flatter me into dropping my plans? I
must confess, my sweet, that after seeing your luscious body, you’ll need more
than words to persuade me.”
    Syranna gasped. “You mean you want me to trade favors for
you to change your mind?”
    “Hmm. That would assume that my plans aren’t set in stone. It
also assumes that you possess something worth trading.”
    Syranna had been sliding her hand toward the bedcovers. She
stopped abruptly at his words. “I believe you just insulted me!”
    Marcus grinned and shook his head. He took a step closer to
the bed, resting his nearest knee on the mattress. “Not at all, your Royal
Highness.”
    Syranna glared at the man who now appeared to be finding
immeasurable humor in this situation. God! She detested the amused look on his
face and the slightly sarcastic tone in his voice.
    “Don’t call me that! And, furthermore, you have no idea what
I could offer you.”
    Marcus jerked the bedcovers from her