Earl of Gold (Lords of Scandal 7)
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His little angel was already backing away. “No need, father. I’ll get them on right now.” And then she scurried away.
Mason stared at the priest, who watched Clarissa’s retreat, his back stiff and straight, his expression unyielding. He made a promise to himself, right then and there to get better. She needed him. Clarissa. And he would rescue her if it was the last thing he did.
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