"What have you done to me?"
Isabel asked angrily.
If glares could kill, Viscount Hudson would have been turned to mincemeat by now.
Her anger was boiling, yet her weakness prevented her from mustering the strength to resist.
She had fallen into Hudson's arms, her angry eyes adding her allure, making the scene strangely bewitching.
Hudson reached out, pinched her smooth face, chuckled and said:
"My apologies, Miss Isabel. You're just too enchanting and I seemingly can't help myself…"
"What a waste of breath, you wouldn't believe the truth anyway. Rather let me tell you something you would want to hear!
I'm somewhat of a coward at heart.
For safety's sake, until I understand who you are, I really had to inconvenience you.
But rest assured, I did not drug you.
As a knight, I do adhere to some rules.
I've just learned a little magic spell, had no opportunity to test it yet. Today just happens to be the perfect occasion, with your assistance Miss Isabel.
