If He's Wild
“She did not know how long they had been watching Margarite’s house, but she thought it had been long enough to begin to consider that this may have been a mistake. Olympia’s vision was undoubtedly correct, but they all knew that visions were rarely specific as to when the foreseen event would occur. Olympia would readily admit that her visions were more of a knowing, a certainty about something, and nowhere near as exact as Alethea’s could be. Her cousin was certain that Margarite would return to her home, but that did not have to happen today or even this week. The time of late in the day could be right, but which day? It could be next year, and all that would be left of Hartley was his bones.
A hand began to rub her back, and Alethea pulled herself free of the trap her fear for Hartley kept ready for her. She glanced over her shoulder at Modred. He was such a beautiful man, he looked odd hiding in a shadowed alley with her and the others, she mused, and then mouthed the word sorry.
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