Trail of Lust
“It did nothing to lighten his mood. The insatiable need to sink his fists into something hard rose up in his mind.As often happened when he was in a passion, images flitted in his mind, rapid-fire scenes that brought more torment than ease. Yanking a man off his feet and driving his knife into his chest, leaving the blade quivering as Graham ran on into the battle. Blue coats coming at them, marching on and on, the fear sucking at Graham's chest as he stared at the sea of faces—men he was about to kill.Bella's dark eyes rolling up in her head..."Fuck!” He slammed his fist into the side of the stable, causing the board to shake beneath the force. His knuckles split and burned as blood oozed from the cuts. He struck the board again, hoping to crush through it this time and in some way alleviate the painful emotion pounding through his veins.That woman looked nothing like his deceased wife, Bella, and yet she was in his blood the same way.Kathleen."Damn little temptress.” He muttered it ...to the darkness, but inside the stables, his horse whickered in answer.MoreLess
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