The woman yawned and snorted, giving off a vapor of boiled onions. Emily pressed her head against the window and swallowed. There was nothing to do about it but make the best of matters. No use retching now. Why, they probably wouldn't even stop the coach. She turned her t...
The keen wind bit through the shoddy wool of her maid's costume. Too bad she hadn't insisted on wearing her cloak, but Pierce wanted her to look like she had been working all night at the brothel. It wouldn't make sense for her to prowl the hallway in a garment that clearly bore the mark of a Fre...