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brute wouldn’t listen, and instead pressed closer to her, his big palm cupping her elbow in a fierce grip.
    When he next spoke, he seemed to have put some measure of control on his anger, for his brogue had all but disappeared, leaving behind a silky English accent that worked its way along her body.
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    “Animal, am I? Should I throw you down now and cover you, as befitting the animal I am?” he whispered.
    She would not encourage his wicked behaviour with an answer. But Alynwick was never one to back away from a challenge, or wickedness.
    “In the animal world,” he growled, “the alpha is the leader. He must exert his power and let everyone know he is in charge—and he’s, ” Alynwick said of Sheldon,
    “trespassing on my hunting grounds.”
    “This isn’t the jungle, and your laws have no jurisdic-tion in the ton.”
    “You think not?” he purred. “The ton especially is a jungle, a feeding ground for prey like yourself. I’m merely exerting myself as chief predator.” Oh, she wished she could say what she really wanted to, and wish him to hell for the scene he had created and was bent on pursuing. But she was a lady, and must act the part while every eye of the ton looked on.
    “Shall I call for your carriage, perhaps, Sheldon?” her brother enquired of the earl. Then his voice changed, as if he were looking in the opposite direction. “Lizzy, Lady Lucy approaches. She’ll escort you to our carriage. The evening festivities, I am afraid, have come to a rather abrupt cessation.”
    Before she could sense any movement or sound, Elizabeth’s arm was taken firmly in hand, and she was whisked away with a rustle of silk, amidst shocked gasps from the Sumners’ scandalized guests.
    “Let me go at once,” she demanded in a low voice, but the marquis didn’t hear her, or at the very least pretended he hadn’t, as he all but dragged her out of the salon and into a place that was much cooler and quieter.
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    Silence. But his hold strengthened on her elbow, and his pace increased, so that she was forced to hurry her steps to keep up with him.
    “You devil,” she explained, trying to disguise the alarm in her voice. “You’ll make me fall with this pace!”
    “Shall I carry ye, then?”
    “Don’t you dare, you heathen!” she spat breathlessly.
    “Where are you taking me, pray?”
    “Someplace quiet, where I can thrash you in private.” Her mouth dropped open in protest, but no words emerged. Only Alynwick and his fiendish ways could render her speechless and gauche. She hoped he hadn’t seen her expression, or the way she could barely keep up with him.
    “This will have to do,” he muttered.
    Her world was one of black obsidian, and she could not tell if he had brought her somewhere equally as dark, or merely shadowed. It was quiet, she knew. The distant clang of silver and china told her that they were closer to the servants preparing the midnight luncheon, and farther away from the salon. Whether they were in a room or a hall, she could not tell. She hated not knowing, of being blind to everything, when she had never been anything but these past twelve years. That she was not in control while in Alynwick’s company sent a jolt of panic down her body. Of anyone, she most feared being vulnerable when he was near.
    The wall was cool against her neck and bare shoulders as he swung her around and pressed her against the plas-ter. She sensed him before her, his heat, the scent of his body. He loomed over her, his heavily muscled, tall frame standing so near her short, voluptuous one that she was forced to share the very air with him. She should lift her chin up, an act of defiance.