Hart swung up into the saddle. “Burn it to the ground.” Digging his heel cruelly into Cedric’s side, he brought the beast around and headed toward the path. Let his men deal with the aftermath. Those who were still living. His hands on the reins, black gloved, were white k...
Hart had his men cut it through the age-darkened oak. A pity, a door-less bedroom would be a bit of an inconvenience on his wedding night. But he didn’t he have the time—or inclination—to starve them out. If they were even still inside. Although there had been no reports, just yet, of swan dives ...
Every comment that Isla heard about life there, and every suggestion about how to survive it, made her new home sound more and more like a place she wasn’t sure she wanted to be. The bitter cold, wind, the snow, the ice-capped mountains, the lakes that froze as solid as rock; she’d heard that the...