“I see.” Her troubled gaze focused on the lock. “And the key would be ... ?” “Gone,” he said. “Lost years ago. Not that it matters none. I once seen His Grace kick in a brick wall ‘cause he was… — Patricia Coughlin Copy Share Image
“I see.” Her troubled gaze focused on the lock. “And the key would be ... ?” “Gone,” he said. “Lost years ago. Not that… — Patricia Coughlin Copy Share Image
“To ... to ... What the heck to call a duke who ’comes a monk?” “Brother?” Colin ventured. Will shook his head. “A bit… — Patricia Coughlin Copy Share Image
