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Burned (Fever #7) One Apocalypse (The Dark Side #4)

Don’t you think we deserve to die?

That’s for me to decide, she said, teeth gritted. I want to see my family again.Horatio pursed his lips, his jaw tightening. Agitation marred his chiseled features, and even a touch of disappointment. So… So that’s all you wanted to see me about. Your family.

Fantasy Lover (Dark-Hunter #0.5)

Yes, she replied, her gaze steely. I want to go to them. The Dunes are just as much my home as yours. Being a Drizan doesn’t make you God, you know.A muscle twitched in Horatio’s face and blood rose to his cheeks, as though she’d just slapped him. I never claimed to be, he murmured. I was just… trying to protect you.Aisha’s glare didn’t relent, and I almost felt in that moment that she was being too harsh on him. He clearly liked her a lot, and I did believe him when he said he’d banished her for her own good.

Watch Over Me (Danvers #7)

I also found myself wondering just how he was so much stronger than Aisha that he could banish her from her own realm. Perhaps the Drizans were simply a superior race to the Nasiris in terms of magical prowess.All right, Horatio breathed, deflated. Aisha’s glare had worn him down. I’ll let you back in but… what exactly do you plan to do? Surely you don’t intend to just barge into our palace.

I need to find a way to free my family, she said. As Horatio began to respond—most likely to repeat his statement that it was not possible—Aisha held up a hand and cut him off. I don’t care what you say. I don’t believe there’s no way to get them out.

Horatio scoffed. You’ve no idea what you’re talking about.Sounds better that way, Lady D said, punctuating her remark with a loud thump of her cane.

Hyacinth grinned. When she was old, she wanted to be exactly like Lady Danbury. Truth be told, she liked the elderly countess better than most of the people she knew her own age. After three seasons on the marriage mart, Hyacinth was growing just a little bit weary of the same people day after day. What had once been exhilarating—the balls, the parties, the suitors—well, it was still enjoyable—that much she had to concede. Hyacinth certainly wasn’t one of those girls who complained about all of the wealth and privilege she was forced to endure.But it wasn’t the same. She no longer held her breath each time she entered a ballroom. And a dance was now simply a dance, no longer the magical swirl of movement it had been in years gone past.

Hot Holiday Nights (Play by Play #10.5)

The excitement, she realized, was gone.Unfortunately, every time she mentioned this to her mother, the reply was simply to find herself a husband. That, Violet Bridgerton took great pains to point out, would change everything.

Hyacinth’s mother had long since given up any pretense of subtlety when it came to the unmarried state of her fourth and final daughter. It had, Hyacinth thought grimly, turned into a personal crusade.Forget Joan of Arc. Her mother was Violet of Mayfair, and neither plague nor pestilence nor perfidious paramour would stop her in her quest to see all eight of her children happily married. There were only two remaining, Gregory and Hyacinth, but Gregory was still just twenty-four, which was (rather unfairly, in Hyacinth’s opinion) considered a perfectly acceptable age for a gentleman to remain a bachelor.

But Hyacinth at twenty-two? The only thing staving off her mother’s complete collapse was the fact that her elder sister Eloise had waited until the grand old age of twenty-eight before finally becoming a bride. By comparison, Hyacinth was practically in leading strings.No one could say that Hyacinth was hopelessly on the shelf, but even she had to admit that she was edging toward that position. She had received a few proposals since her debut three years earlier, but not as many as one would think, given her looks—not the prettiest girl in town but certainly better than at least half—and her fortune—again, not the largest dowry on the market, but certainly enough to make a fortune hunter look twice.

And her connections were, of course, nothing short of impeccable. Her brother was, as their father had been before him, the Viscount Bridgerton, and while theirs might not have been the loftiest title in the land, the family was immensely popular and influential. And if that weren’t enough, her sister Daphne was the Duchess of Hastings, and her sister Francesca was the Countess of Kilmartin.If a man wanted to align himself with the most powerful families in Britain, he could do a lot worse than Hyacinth Bridgerton.

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