I sped blindly around the corner in the hallway, not knowing where I was going, only that I needed to escape. A set of stairs, their narrowness marking them as the servants’ stairs, appeared at my right, and I wrenched my skirts up and climbed them, shocking a maid into a high-pitched shriek when I burst through the door at…
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London, 1802 “You don’t have to go through with this, Kit.” I looked across the carriage at my twin brother, Marcus, Lord Rycroft, the future Baron of Northshire. He wore such an open look of optimism that I bit back my snide retort and turned away, choosing instead to stare in frustrated silence at the night-drenched scene beyond the carriage…
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Ella My older sister Jane glared at me, her dark eyes menacing in the glow from the fire. “Let me tell you a story. It starts like this,” she said. “‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the megalomaniac four-year-old whose irresponsible aunt fed her twelve candy canes before dropping…
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