Chapter 70 Promised Help

• Diana stiffened with widened eyes as her heart stuttered within her ribcage. Then her pulse launched into a loud and wild galloping, a gentle thrum of heat running down her rigid back like a sweet caress.
• But Alistair didn’t seem to be deterred by the lack of response, though. He gently nipped at Diana’s lower lip for a moment that seemed to stretch a hundred lifetimes, before he finally dared to glide his tongue against Diana’s unmoving lips.
• “Diana,” he murmured gently, the back of his fingers softly tracing the smooth curve of her cheek and the line of her jaw. “You aren’t dead.”