She was dead on her feet. Though she’d gone forty-eight hours without sleep in the past, she’d never known true weariness before now. She felt as thin and fragile as an egg shell. She’d crack with the slightest pressure. The zeppelin raid on the train station had taken sev...
Though rain pattered a steady rhythm against the walls, it was quite cozy inside. A fire crackled in the corner, illuminating the book-lined walls and rich brocade draperies framed the windows. The library was his favorite room at the club. Well, it was his only room at the club. His Mother would...