Authors: Kristen Callihan
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
S
h
e
shook
s
ee
ing
it
.
“
C
o
me.
C
o
me.
”
S
h
e
could
not
s
a
y
a
nyth
i
ng
e
ls
e.
S
o
me
ho
w
sh
e
got
th
em
to
th
e
ma
in
str
ee
t
.
Pe
opl
e
g
a
v
e
th
em
a
w
id
e
b
e
rth
.
N
o
on
e
wou
l
d
h
e
lp
th
em.
N
o
on
e
e
v
e
r
did
.
He
sw
a
y
e
d
,
h
e
lpl
e
ss
gro
a
ns
a
nd whi
m
p
e
rs
e
sc
a
ping
his
lock
e
d
j
a
w
.
He
wou
l
d
not
l
a
st
long
.
D
e
s
pe
r
a
t
e
l
y
,
s
h
e
h
a
i
l
ed
a
h
a
ck
.
T
h
e
j
a
r
v
ey
t
ook
o
n
e
look
at
th
em,
a
nd
his
w
ea
th
e
r
e
d
f
a
c
e
pinch
e
d
.
“
O
h
,
no
,
I
don’t
w
a
nt
no
p
a
rt
of
this
.
”
He
ma
d
e
to
driv
e
off
,
a
nd
M
ir
a
nd
a
gr
a
bb
e
d
hold
of
his
hors
e
’s
h
a
rn
e
ss
.
I
t
wouldn’t
do
m
uch;
m
ost
lik
e
ly
th
e
driv
e
r
wou
l
d
roll
ov
e
r
h
e
r
without
a
thought
,
but
it
st
a
rtl
e
d
hi
m
e
nough
for
h
e
r
to
get
a
word
in
.
“
I
’
ve
got
money
!
”
“
Don
’t
ca
r
e
if
I
’
m
end
i
ng
up
w
it
h
a
dead
man
i
n
me
cab.
”
“
I
’ll
pay
you
a
sove
r
e
i
gn.
”
Jos
tli
ng
he
r
l
oad,
she
dug
i
n
t
o
he
r
pocke
t
and
pu
ll
ed
one
ou
t
.
P
r
ec
i
ous
co
i
n,
bu
t
we
ll
wo
rt
h
it
.
“
Fou
r
b
l
ocks
f
o
r
one
sove
r
e
i
gn.
”
T
h
e
driv
e
r’s
e
y
e
s
n
a
rrow
e
d
.
“
D
on
e.
But
you’r
e
g
e
tting
hi
m
in
on
your
own
.
”
“
F
or
a
sov
e
r
e
ign
,
you’ll
be
h
e
lping
me
a
nd
still
h
a
v
e
ma
d
e
a
d
ea
l
,
”
sh
e
r
e
tort
e
d
.
Alr
ea
dy
th
e
thug
h
a
d
p
a
ss
e
d
out
,
a
nd
his
dead
we
ight
wa
s
ma
king
h
e
r
toppl
e.
T
h
e
ma
n’s
e
y
e
s
shift
e
d
to
th
e
coin
,
th
e
n
b
a
ck
to
h
e
r
.
W
ith
a
m
utt
e
r
e
d
curs
e
a
nd
purs
e
d
lips
,
th
e
j
a
rv
e
y
h
e
lp
e
d
h
e
r
get
hi
m
into
th
e
c
a
b
,
a
nd
th
e
y
w
e
r
e
off
.
He
r
victi
m
m
o
a
n
e
d
w
ith
th
e
jostl
e
of
th
e
co
a
ch
but
didn’t
wa
k
e.
Awkw
a
rd
l
y
,
sh
e
p
a
tt
e
d
his
should
e
r
as
h
e
r
h
ea
rt
thund
e
r
e
d
w
ithin
h
e
r
br
ea
st
.
W
h
a
t
h
a
d
sh
e
b
e
co
me
?
“
Don
’t
wo
rr
y,
”
she
mu
tt
e
r
ed,
no
t
be
li
ev
i
ng
a
wo
r
d
she
said.
“
I
’ll
get
you
we
ll
.
”
I
t
h
a
d
been
h
e
ll
.
M
ir
a
nd
a
cl
a
tt
e
r
e
d
do
w
n
th
e
b
a
ck
st
a
irs
of
h
e
r
hous
e.
T
h
e
m
uscl
e
s
a
long
h
e
r
torso
tr
em
bl
e
d
so
h
a
rd
th
e
y
hurt
.
He
r
fing
e
rs
w
e
r
e
ic
e
cold
as
th
e
y
slid
a
long
th
e
h
a
ndr
a
il
.