“She’s here. I’m certain of it.” His heart filled with hope for the first time since the previous night. Wes just nodded. “Don’t look so grim. I simply need to find her, explain everything, and she’ll forgive me.” He ventured a look at his twin. “I vaguely remember having to chase Madeline through the rain so you could get her back.” He looked up at the clear sky above. “At least it’s a nice day.” He grinned unrepentantly. “Just find her, will you?” Wes pushed Gray farther toward the docks. But just then, a coach emblazoned with Holmesfield’s crest passed them by. Holmesfield? Livi! “Wait!” Gray called to the passing coach. The driver scowled and kept going. “Oh, good God,” Wes muttered as Gray started after the coach on foot. “Driver, stop!” Gray yelled. When the coachman failed to heed, Gray bolted ahead of the carriage with his superior speed, stepped in front of the matched bays, and stood still as a statue.
