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Chapters (68)
  1. Biding Time
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Chapter Fifty-Two
  58. Chapter Fifty-Three
  59. Chapter Fifty-Four
  60. Chapter Fifty-Five
  61. Chapter Fifty-Six
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
  64. Going on Red
  65. Choices
  66. Born Out of Wedlock
  67. Give Me A Reason
  68. Mistletoe

The two men continued to watch the screen, the mass of red dots becoming larger and larger as Napoleon’s army came together, but Napoleon began slamming his fists on the desk when the third yellow smudge stopped. “What kind of fucking moron is going to stop in the middle of fucking nowhere to pick up a couple of fucking women carrying fucking swords?”

***

Revenge had never been Bennett’s bedfellow before tonight. When Napoleon and Simeon had tortured her, she had merely wanted justice, an acknowledgment by the council of the wrongdoing, and a punishment fitting the crime. Revenge, however, brought with it the need to see someone suffer, and when Bennett left Lisa’s apartment, she didn’t just want Napoleon to suffer. Bennett wanted him drawn and quartered. The rage that followed was Bennett’s fuel. It had enabled her to push aside her hostility toward Ruby and accept her help. It had empowered her with ferocity to fight like she’d never fought before, and it had permitted Bennett to keep other emotions in check.

When Bennett saw Lisa gazing back at her, Bennett’s emotions didn’t just escape. They became a train wreck. Piling into one another in an endless barrage, grief collided with joy, joy collided with fear, fear collided with hope, and hope ran headlong back into grief, and Bennett felt as if she just stepped off a whirling carnival ride. Lisa was alive, but was she the woman Bennett loved or the woman Bennett would learn to loathe? Was she still honest, or didn’t that matter any longer? Was she still kind, or wasn’t there a point now? Was her wit still as sharp, or had she become cool and calculating, her remarks still edgy but no longer holding one ounce of whimsy? Choked by the fear of what Lisa may have become, Bennett was speechless…totally and utterly speechless.

“Hi there. You miss me?” Lisa said, ambushing Bennett with an irresistibly devastating grin.

Bennett’s stomach fluttered as hope made its arrival known, and stuck on dumbstruck, Bennett could do nothing but stare at Lisa like a love-struck fool.

A few seconds passed before Lisa flashed a perfect row of teeth. “So, am I going to leave you standing by the side of the road, or are you going to get in?”

Bennett breathed off a little laugh and straightened long enough to pull the weapons from her scabbard. “Put these in the back,” she said, shoving them at Ruby. “I’m sitting up front.”