“Her husband leaned forward on the bed, hands balled into fists. “There’s something you must understand, Brenna. I feel your emotions. I… — Cynthia Wicklund Copy Share Image
“The world wept a silent, windless downpour, a befitting accompaniment to the arrival of death. However, Lady Brenna Hilliard, only daughter of… — Cynthia Wicklund Copy Share Image
“A jolt of rage now forced him into her face, their noses almost touching. At once she was the one pulling back.… — Cynthia Wicklund Copy Share Image
“For long moments they clung to one another, only their heavy breathing filling the quiet. Gradually the mist cleared from Brenna’s sight,… — Cynthia Wicklund Copy Share Image
