Chapter 67

• “From Ford. Yes, I know.” He hissed. “We don’t have time to search for a meaningless gift your lover gave you. Would you rather us all die looking for it?”
• “Of—of course not,” Anna said as he pulled her into the carriage and shut the door. She glanced out the window once more to see if she could see it before he shut the curtain.
• “I wouldn’t hold your hope for him too long, I’m sure he’s already forgotten you the moment we left. After all, you’re only a maid and there’s plenty of pretty ones still there to distract him.”