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To her immense relief her ploy seemed to work. He withdrew. Coward, she thought ruefully to herself. That someone so easily cowed by the notion of her husband (the mere idea of a husband, not even Tiberius himself) could have the gall to almost be her cause of death was horrifying. If someone was going to cause her untimely demise they had better be worthy of the honor.

When he leaned in one last time Tig very nearly made a snatch at his mask so she might learn the identity - or be one step closer to it - of the man but she managed to ball her hand into a fist and resist. As much as she might want to hunt him down and make him pay for it she doubted she could rip a man's mask off on the dance floor at a masked ball unnoticed. She'd remember the sound of his voice and what she could of physical appearance and find him out eventually. Then he'd pay.

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