After a very, very long separation, Rob and Marguerite had a joyous reunion this week. But the story isn't over yet, so all is not well.Villains are plotting behind their back and a family tragedy is about to strike for Robert. Here is a fresh sampling of new sentences I typed this week for The Lady and the Minstrel.
Monday: Her eyes met
his, then darted away in shame. But not before she had glimpsed the hurt in his
own midnight gaze.
Tuesday: “If I let
you do that, we will stand here kissing till the sun falls and the moon
rises—or until your cousin finds us and plants his fist in my face.”
Wednesday: “If you
failed to cover your tracks, if you had the stupidity to let him
or anyone link your name and treason to me, I will crush you so fast you’ll be
staring the devil in the face before you even know you are dead.”
Thursday: Robert
felt the punch of recognition. “Alice?”
Friday: “He said
Will’s wife had let it slip that you had seduced the betrothed of the Earl of
Strode.”
Saturday: He rubbed at his eyes. No time for grief. Not yet.
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