Sleep. That was all she needed. Maybe she could feign illness. It would be easy enough in her condition. She crept up the stairs, the loose, sodden hem of her nightgown nearly tripping her. “Scarlett, is that you?” Her mother’s voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs. She turned, grasping hol...
the receptionist buzzed in shortly after Mr. Jackson left. Her heart gave a lurch at the sound of his name. Jake—on the phone. She had been trying not to think of him, trying to ignore the pull on her heart every time the image of his face came into her mind. Why would he call?“Hello?”“Hi, Maddie...
Iain saw the man near him grasping the hammer in one of his hands and a long, wicked-looking knife in the other. “’Tis only a flesh wound,” he said, motioning his chin toward a bloody shoulder. “I can fight.”Iain nodded, knowing that as a Scot he would most assuredly have his back against any Eng...
He closed his eyes against the pain of stretching the delicate, healing skin on his back, concentrating instead on chewing the ginger before he opened his eyes. He had found it helped, somehow, getting some of it in his stomach before he opened his eyes. A few minutes passed while he chewed on it...
Uncle Gabriel, come see!" His niece, a five-year-old with blonde hair like dandelion fluff, turned and looked up at him with a cherub's face. He paused, turned toward her as if in slow motion. But it wasn't Felicity he saw, it was his father. He looked different, bright an...