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On to today's snippet! Since everyone seemed to enjoy last week's snippet from A Tempest of Passion, I'm continuing more or less from where we left off. Her servant has left her alone with Mr. Dalton and they're holding a bit of a staring contest...
Forgive the run-ons. Changes have been made to adapt to WeWriWa guidelines.
He was watching her, like a dog deciding what end of the bone to chew on first. Irked, she stared back. William Dalton’s features had no finesse, to be honest, he reminded her of a wild dog. His hair was unruly and too long, the lines of his face were angular and rough. His lips were too wide, his nose too narrow and his left cheek disfigured by an ugly pink scar extending from below his eye to the edge of his mouth. Then there was the matter of his eyes. Dark and unreadable, they had an air about them that spoke of a man with little joy in his life. Emily shuddered. It mattered little to her that this was the man that had “saved” her last night. It was time for him to leave.
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A Tempest of Passion