“Stephen, are you wearing Bermuda shorts?” one of the boys teased. “You look like a complete tourist.” “For twelve hours I am nothing but a tourist,” Stephen said adamantly. “I will at least pretend that I am on holiday. I have actually lost conception of what a holiday...
Adele’s thoughts returned to the woman she’d met last night—Cassandra. The woman Lysander had been in love with, and to whose presence he to some degree still reacted. She could see what would have attracted him; the woman was so entirely assured of herself and her position—two things Adele had...