" His chest arched
imperceptibly; with a slender finger he delicately smoothed his
black eyebrows. Alaire felt a wild impulse to laugh, but was glad
she had subdued it when he continued: "I am impetuous, but
impetuosity has made me what I am. I act, and then mold fate to
suit my own ends. Opportunity has delivered to me my heart's
desire, and I will not be cheated out of it. Among the men I
brought with me to La Feria is a priest. He is dirty, for I caught
him as he was fleeing toward the border; but he is a priest, and
he will marry us tonight."
Alaire managed to gasp, "Surely you are not in earnest."
"Indeed I am! That is why I insisted that you dine with me this
evening. I cannot waste more time here, for necessity calls me
away. You shall go as my wife."
"Do you think I would remarry on the very day I find myself a
widow?"
"The world will never know."
"You dare to say that!" Her tone was one of disgust, of finality.
"I wonder how I have listened to so much. It is horrible."
"You are still a little hysterical, and you exaggerate. If I had
more time I could afford to wait." He ogled her with his luminous
gaze. "I would let you play with me to your heart's content and
exercise your power until you tired and were ready to surrender.
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