Lady Thief
“Why didn’t she come? It had been nearly two weeks since he had left the message within the hollow tree.
Unbidden, the thought came that perhaps she was unable to come. Visions of her lying cold and dead on some deserted back road whirled about in his head, and he felt a chill trace its way down his spine. No. No, she was alive. He knew it. He felt it.
He pushed the fear from his mind. She was alive. Why, then, didn’t she come? And when she did come, how would he explain his message?
He halted by the fireplace. How indeed. He was under no illusions as to the strength of her temper; she had warned him once against betraying her. She would be furious that he had lied to her.
He turned to the window and felt relief wash over him as he saw her. She was standing silently inside the room, her face pale beneath the mask, her eyes cold. “Where is it?”
He stepped toward her and then halted as she stiffened. “Jenny, I must talk to you.”
She ripped off the hooded mask. “Where is the talisman ring?”
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