“A tender smile softened his face. "That would be Esme. She's nine and a delight. I haven't seen much of her these… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“Here, this is for you," the girl said, holding out one of the pages on which she'd been drawing. "Oh, I... well,… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
“In London, she'd overheard more than one matron decrying what they considered Esme Byron's inappropriate eccentricities, aghast that she was allowed so… — Tracy Anne Warren Copy Share Image
