The crackling fire ate at the coarse lumber scavenged from the stable and cast eerie shadows across the stone walls, but did little to warm the chilly room. Clutching her trembling hands in her lap, she vowed to be strong. Fierce guards loyal to Nicholas stood along the walls, armed and ready to ...
Melanie didn’t head for Snyderville even to drop off her horses. Fearing Scott might die of some brain trauma, she sped on by the exit to reach the freeway to Evanston. “Where you going?” he asked as they passed the road sign pointing to Snyderville. Headlights blared in their eyes and she blinke...