His visage was grim. He was worried. He was also furious. The thought of her wandering unprotected at the height of the storm beyond the sheltering walls of the Grange turned his blood cold. Shrugging into his cloak and clamping a hat on his head, he went to the stable to saddle his horse and was soon in pursuit. Cast in the night shades of black and dark grey, Hester stumbled along the rough track toward the town. ‘Hester!’ Though the name seemed no more than a whisper in the wind, Hester’s head snapped around. Lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the downpour, she blinked the rain from her lashes. A strange blend of fear, shame and relief swept her at the sight of Lucas. Her determination not to weaken was undiminished. Yet the desire to fling herself into his arms and sob out against his shoulder her relief that he had come after her and confess her crime almost tore her in two, but she pulled back. He sat like some dreadful, dark warrior on the back of the tall steed.
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