Highland Resurrection (Blades Of Honor Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He paused on the steps and glanced skyward. “Please, Lord, guide my way and return Quinn home safely to his sister.” It started to rain, icy droplets pummeling his face and adding to his already dismal mood. Huddled beneath the hood of his cloak, he darted across a small clearing to the stable, then quickly saddled his horse. He’d not wait for Father Marquis to come searching for him again. Instead, he’d present himself to the bastard and demand he set the lad free. When he neared Coldingham Abbey, Lazarus slowed his pace. There was still time to change his mind. He slammed his balled fist on the saddle, furious with himself for even toying with the notion. Quinn needed him, and he was done running. Lazarus kneed his mount. He wanted to get this over and done. “Halt,” a man shouted when he reached the steps of the abbey. There was no mistaking his thick French accent. “What business do you have here, monsieur?”
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