Lady Catherine’s Herbal Journal The acrid smell of smoke stung Royce’s nostrils and burned deep in his lungs, bringing him from a peaceful dream to the familiar but still terrifying nightmare. Dragging himself from the comfort of his warm bed, he fell to the floor where cool, clean air greeted ...
the footman announced, surprising Emma as she and Viscountess Weston chatted in the drawing room the next afternoon. Emma looked at the older woman, uncertain what to do. The viscountess smiled in delight. “Isn’t that lovely? Show him in.” &nb...
