They meant to drag him back, damn them. He’d tried to put the past beyond reach, yet it stretched grasping fingers out to him, threatening to hold him prisoner. Captain Fleming was to be resurrected. DeWinter and the Foreign Office had a use for him, and to hell with what he wanted. Under any oth...
Morgan’s knock was as brisk as her manner. “I’ve come with some gowns.” She strode into Ellery’s chamber dressed in a skirt slit for riding, leather breeches, tall riding boots beneath. A short military-cut jacket fit snugly across shoulders wider than normal for her slender frame. Her fiery copp...