The Assassin: (Mortal Beloved Time Travel Romance, #2) - Plot & Excerpts
“Samuel!” His strong cheekbones, his hazel eyes with a glint of gold, his very black hair that curled in unruly forms down his neck and brushed his shirt—he was my Samuel and I would remember him in any lifetime. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head and peered at me. “Do we know each other?” “Of course we do,” I hissed. “1675—King Philip’s War—I mean present day Chicago. You go to Loyola and I go to Preston Academy…It’s me, Madeline…” “What do you think you are doing, you slippery weasel,” Lord Martim shook ale from his head like a wet dog, and then threw a sloppy punch at Samuel’s face. He ducked. “I am sorry, my Lord. I noticed that your wife, the Lady of Coimbra, watches your antics from her table, not that many yards away. I fear she does not appear pleased.” Furrows creased the Lady of Coimbra’s middle-aged forehead and red blotches erupted onto her cheeks. If looks could kill, I as well as her husband would most likely be dead on that drenched palace floor right about now. Lord Martim harrumphed.
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