Lydia’s heart tightened. His dark hair was a stark contrast to the white pillow. His chest moved with deep breaths. And though even in sleep his features remained set, a faint softness eased the angles of his jaw and cheekbones. If she looked at him long enough, she might believe he possessed mor...
Talia kept her voice haughty as she eyed the officers. She had refused to speak to them or allow them to speak to Martin and Peter until they’d returned to the King’s Street town house and gotten the boys and James into dry clothes. The boys were now eating soup and bread in the kitchen. &n...
Courage. Recklessness. No, none of those words would appear in the Scientific and Literary Treasury, but they meant something to Penelope Darlington. Words like that were the reason she’d tried to elope with Simon Wilkie. Relief. That was what Dariu...
That much was clear. Rushton watched as the boy all but cowered against the side of the railway car as they made their way back to the city. He looked at Fairfax. “What was this talk about an institution?” he asked.“Andrew has refused to speak since his father’s death,” Fa...