“As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.” “Yeah, well, maybe it’s time to let another man have… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
