Greta said when he edged open the front door, peering at her through the crack. He wore a ratty robe, exactly the kind of thing he would treasure and she would burn. No doubt they would argue over it if they were — but of course they weren’t and Greta had no intention of ever sharing her closet a...
Rilka said, opening the door. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “Are you with anyone?” he asked, looking like the spy who came in from the cold. If only she could put aside her annoying law-abiding tendencies, she could be happy with Marcus. He was charming, romantic, a good conversationalist, and from a...
She stopped and leaned out the window. Riders had returned. Picking up her skirts, she ran outside, arriving in the foreyard just as the company crossed through the gate in the earthworks. Other members of the household joined her on the stones, anxious and concerned. Which of the men had not ret...