Then he decided she must be training herself in weaponry. She parried and lunged, as if engaging an invisible opponent. The intensity of her efforts amazed him. Her face was flushed and her expression and movements bespoke desperate concentration, as if she fought for her very life. He wondered i...
It made it difficult for her to swallow. Putting down her eating knife, she took a sip from the cup in front of her. She made a face. “What is this?” “The last of the wine from our traveling rations.” “’Tis wretched stuff.” &...
If only he had not missed Merissa the day before. But he’d arrived at St. Alban’s to find her wagon and team already stabled at the livery. When the man there mentioned that she’d asked after the next mail coach, Christian knew at once that he was too late. Despite driving all night, he was some ...