““You don't want him," Hunt said softly. "Oh, yes I do." Annabelle paused dreamily, half propping her head on her curled arm. "And... although you have been very kind to me, Mr. Hunt... I'm afraid that I can't let that change my plans." He stared at her in the same relaxed but engrossed way he had regarded the chessboard. "I'm not going to change my plans, either, sweetheart." If Annabelle hadn't been so tired, she would have objected to the endearment. Instead she pondered his words sleepily. His plans... "Which are to try and stop me from catching Lord Kendall," she said. "They go somewhere beyond that," he replied, amusement lurking in one corner of his mouth. "What do you mean?" "I'm hardly going to reveal my strategy. Clearly I need every advantage I can get. The next move is yours, Miss Peyton. Just remember that I'll be watching you.””
