Chapter 11: The Final Exchange
Maeve’s eyes flickered, surprised by my demand. The baby blanket. Not money, not revenge, not even the Gentry deeds. Just a relic of my lost [more…]
Maeve’s eyes flickered, surprised by my demand. The baby blanket. Not money, not revenge, not even the Gentry deeds. Just a relic of my lost [more…]
One year later, the scent of low tide mud and fried shrimp hung heavy in the air. It was my seventeenth birthday. The damp, chilly [more…]