Just after dawn he stared out his window over the valley, where thick, wind-driven snow was falling, and rubbed his dry, itching eyes. He couldn’t regret that he and Cat had found a chance to speak privately. He’d never imagined that she believed she’d have his blood on her hands if he fell, and ...
It granted her the right to draw from his funds under the care of his regimental agent there and suggested a stallion for breeding to his dapple gray mare, Penelope, closing with a simple, Yours most affectionately, John Armstrong. She didn’t expect anything more from him for a few months, given ...
Captain Farlow muttered in Thérèse’s ear. She was fleeing for her life, clasped in the captain’s arms and perched on the pommel of a stolen horse’s saddle, and she was expected to pretend to be happy? But of course she must, now that they were almost to the city and the le...
Sometime after midnight, when everyone around him snored, he slipped out of his bedroll and crept through the still night up the hill through the olive grove. No one challenged him, for the sentries were all posted much further out, and his path took him far from the village’s taverns. He hesitat...