Chapter 31 Forcing My Hand
- He rounded to the back of the alehouse and saw Dimurah crossing the floating dock. Her green skirt flying as she drew near the back wall. Mounting her gelding near, the fortress’s back wall.
- She’d had someone ready her horse before she even stopped me. Savage’s eyes narrowed on her.
- The dark dress of the woman who ran behind her whipped in the wind. Dimurah pulling her arm to lead her.