The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. "Yes," he said. "I heard all of the names, but I don't remember the other twoโฆ just the man who hurt Gillian." "That's the name I most want," Brodick said softly. "Who is he, Alec?" "Alec, please," Gillian began. "Tell me, Alec. Who is he?" "Baron," Alec whispered. "His name is Baron.
Julie GarwoodDo you think my husband and his soldiers will be overly upset with me?" The priest broke into a wide grin. "I'll stand by your side when we find out," he said. "I would be honored to escort you to your husband." The priest took hold of Johanna's arm. She didn't notice. "I expect them to be a little upset at first," she explained. "But only just a little." "Yes," he agreed. "Tell me, lass. When was your last confession?" "Why do you ask?" "It's preferred to receive absolution before you meet your Maker.
Julie GarwoodThe chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.
Julie GarwoodI know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.
Julie GarwoodLyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. โSir, which one is Princess Christina?โ Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. โSir?โ โThe blond-headed one,โ Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. โWhich blond-headed one?โ Andrew persisted. โThe one eating the shrubs.
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