"You are nothing more than a nightmare."Fingers delved between her thighs, playing in the fluidity of her desire, laughing as he pushed easily inside ...f her. "I'd say more of a wet dream," he quipped, rising up and pressing a kiss to her nose. "You are so delightful, Brianna. Since you give me so much joy and pleasure, let me do this for you." He moved lower before she could speak and she felt the thickness of his tongue.It swiped at the pink flesh between her legs, licking at the drops of her. It is said that every object, no matter how hard, has a place where it can be broken if the blow is struck properly, and this was true as well for Garnett. He knew who the killer was and he knew how to stop the spree of murders, but he also could not give up his daughter. As days dragged into weeks and the number of bodies mounted, he fell into despair. Quinlan had never answered and now, no matter what he did he was doomed. Did he give his daughter to savagery and death, or watch the people he. Being unfaithful to the King meant a quick end. The other thing was being married to a stunningly beautiful woman, or perhaps having an extraordinarily beautiful mistress. And if you had both, you'd better watch your back. I could see by the Cardinal's expression I needed to do that.The cardinal had a mission for me. I would be filled in when I reached the docks of Marseilles. All I knew was I was carrying a message to a certain person in England but the secret mission had me taking to long. Fortunately, my weak leg did not give me trouble, other than standing for considerable periods in attendance to my supposed employer. It ached during these spells of vertical attention, but I reflected that the pressure was similar to the requirements placed on soldiers on guard duty at Buckingham palace and other public venues. If anything, the exercise strengthened my leg muscles and improved my general fitness.I passed the course of course, and accepted my diploma with pride, feeling I now.