“Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room. Nothing. Ridiculous. She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence." All quiet. Jim buried his face in his hands, his bald head reddening. Talia felt bad… — Erin Kellison Copy Share Image
“Think about it, Adam,” Jim said. “Lady Amunsdale could tell us things. Could tell you things like...like...what that asshole Spencer’s been up to. She is a witness. She’s been here—everywhere—all along. Make Talia call her.” Adam’s expression shifted, his gaze… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
