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behind the spectacles. Fantastic
    eyes. Deep, clear pools of an indescribable shade of green. Intelligent eyes. The eyes of an honest
    woman, a woman of deep, unshakable integrity. Such eyes made her very much a novelty in Sebastian’s
    world.
    There was, he realized, an earnest, thoroughly wholesome quality about Prudence that he found
    inexplicably enthralling. He thirsted for a taste of her refreshing, invigorating goodness even as he mocked
    it.
    Sitting there in his library lecturing him about his responsibilities, she had made him feel every heavy
    ounce of the darkness that weighed down his soul. Prudence was a creature of the sunlight and she made
    him very conscious of the fact that he was a man who dwelt in the deepest shadows of the night.
    They were opposites, yet he had wanted her from the moment he was introduced to her. It made no
    sense. Sebastian wondered why he found himself so captivated by Prudence. For captivated he was.
    She was pretty enough, he supposed, although not a great beauty. What physical attributes she
    possessed, however, were effectively con-cealed by the effects of what appeared to be a total absence
    of a sense of style.
    Sebastian had been amused by the fawn-colored gown she had worn earlier that evening. The pale
    brown shade had been distinctly unflattering on Prudence. It had failed to bring out the brilliance of her
    emerald eyes and it had dulled her honey-colored hair. The de-mure cut of the high neckline and the
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    brown roses that decorated the skirts had marked the gown as having been sewn up in the country. No
    fashionableLondon modiste would have dressed a client in such a countrified style.
    Prudence had evidently found her fan to be a nuisance. Instead of wielding it in the fine art of flirtation, it
    had dangled uselessly from her wrist. Her spectacles had, of course, only added to the spectacu-larly
    unstylish effect she had managed to achieve.
    But Sebastian had seen beneath the surface of Prudence’s outland-ish facade. His father had been an
    explorer, a skilled observer of the customs of distant peoples and of the terrain of foreign lands. He had
    taken his family with him on his travels and he had trained Sebastian well in the science and art of
    observation.
    It is in the details that one sees the truth,Jonathan Fleetwood had often explained to his son.Learn to
    look for them.
    Tonight Sebastian had seen that Prudence’s hair was richly threaded with gold. He had observed that
    she had a generous, laugh-ing mouth and an amusing little nose. There was a firm, assertive quality to her
    catlike chin that he found intriguing. And he had looked deep into the bottomless green pools of her eyes.
    He knew that compared to the great beauties of theton her looks could only be called passable. She was
    not a diamond of the first water, yet she had been the only woman he had been aware of in that ballroom
    tonight.
    Sebastian allowed his thoughts to drift to the rest of Prudence, mentally skimming a hand over her as if
    he were about to undress her and take her to bed. She was slender, but gracefully rounded in all the right
    places. He had seen enough of her in her modest ball gown to know that her breasts would be shaped
    like small, ripe, exotic fruit, perfectly suited to his palm and to his mouth. The scent of her, a mixture of
    fresh flowers and natural womanly fragrance, still lingered in the carriage, filling his head.
    He would kiss her again soon. If he had any decency he would resist the impulse, but no one expected
    decency from the Fallen An-gel. Just as well. He was not certain how much he possessed, himself.
    What he had in abundance was a deepening sense of the gray, formless cold that threatened to engulf
    him from the inside out. The only way to forget about it for even a short while was to occupy him-self
    with his amusing little hobby. He must take it up again, and soon.
    First,