“Then she smiled. But there was something different about this one. Like she’d decided something, and it had to do with him. This smile hit Donal like a fist to the gut. He got the distinct impression that he might… — Willa Blair Copy Share Image
“Micheil growled an oath and shoved through the crowd into the circle. “They’re too young to take up fighting,” he argued. “No one would accost them.” “Were those lads on the whisky wagon too young to be waving their dirks… — Willa Blair Copy Share Image
