His estate home was chilly with no servants to light the fires, and it almost felt haunted now in his weapon gallery. He latched a rapier across his hip and stowed his powder horn carefully in his satchel. After Bellezza’s disappearance a week and a half ago, he spent thre...
Her hands trembled. He was out there somewhere, close. Sarah lay asleep beside her, oblivious to the burning candle and the pain throbbing through Alexia’s heart. She closed her eyes. She could feel him, not far. Could he feel her? She rose and reac...