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he responds in kind, then directs a question toward her. how should i know? is her initial thought. she had assumed with his lecherous gaze that he'd court her, mount her—and instead, he is digging into her psyche.

finally, something comes to her.

you want it all, fiamma replied, halting and looking at him. all land, all treasure, all. . . she swiped a tongue over her lips, trying to find the word—and failing. yet she believed she had gotten her point across.

the words hung in the air between them for a moment, and then she spoke again:

i want more myself, signore.