“ Do you love me Hero? His pale green eyes were full of torment. Do you love me like I love you? ”
He had no money or influence here. The clothes on his back were ragged, his moccasins were worn, and he was skeletally thin from lack of food and walking. But he would sail on a ship bound for England even if he had to scrub the decks to pay his way.He was Reynaud St. Aubyn, the Viscount of Hope, and by God or the devil, he was going home.
~ Elizabeth Hoyt
Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. “I love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can’t you say it, Hero?
... one can't live without falling now and again.
Fear had a tendency to drive away the courtesy of civilization.
