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" You are breaking your promise, you know,” he remarked as she began to pull the bread apart. Curious, she looked at him. “What do you mean?” He was looking at his wine. “You promised not to look at me in my half-dressed state.” She stared at him a moment before dropping the bread and slapping her hands over her face. “You are correct,” she muttered through her hands. “I will not look if you wish to dress.” “Did you not even notice that I only have my breeches on?” She nodded. “I did, but I did not give it much thought. Forgive me.” He fought off a grin. “My, but you are comfortable around half-naked men.” She shook her head, hands still over her eyes. “I suppose I was not paying attention,” she said. “I was more focused on eating. "
― Kathryn Le Veque , Lord of War: Black Angel (De Russe Legacy, #1)
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" Surely there is someone who would see you as a man and not as a war machine.” “I am one in the same.” She shook her head. “Untrue,” she countered firmly, softly. “Who you are as a man is completely different than who you are as a warrior.” He sat back, one big arm propped up on a bended knee. “Explain.” She looked thoughtful. “Well,” she said, “as a warrior, you are bent on death. I saw you in the battle today and you were focused, alert, and skilled. That is the man they call the Black Angel. But right now, as you sit here and converse with me, you are kind, interested, and thoughtful. You are concerned for my shoulder and concerned for me. To me, that speaks highly of who Brandt de Russe is as a man. You are more than the Bringer of Death; have a heart and a soul as well. "
― Kathryn Le Veque , Lord of War: Black Angel (De Russe Legacy, #1)
