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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. PART II
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. PART III
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. INTERLUDE
  35. PART IV
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. INTERLUDE
  45. PART V
  46. THIRTY-FIVE
  47. THIRTY-SIX
  48. THIRTY-SEVEN
  49. THIRTY-EIGHT
  50. PART VI
  51. THIRTY-NINE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. INTERLUDE
  59. PART VII
  60. FORTY-SIX
  61. FORTY-SEVEN
  62. FORTY-EIGHT
  63. FORTY-NINE
  64. FIFTY
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. PART VIII
  68. FIFTY-THREE
  69. FIFTY-FOUR
  70. FIFTY-FIVE
  71. FIFTY-SIX
  72. EPILOGUE
  73. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  74. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  75. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

“So you’re the little spy, are you?” came Jon Bassett’s all-too-familiar voice. Reginold had told him of their conversation. She panicked and pried at the fingers over her lips, but lost all sensation as she went crashing down into the straw. She had no bearings, she kicked out, and then something hot was dragging across her cheek, and fear turned her vision white.

“This is what happens to nosy young ladies.”

She couldn’t scream. The hot sharp thing flashed against her other cheek, then the ground bit her in the face and his footsteps were disappearing outside.

But all she could see was her own blood dripping into the straw beneath her.

SIXTEEN

ELENA GAMWELL

LOCKSLEY CASTLE

THE WAGON WHEELS GROANED, because that’s what wagon wheels do. Nobody comments on how miraculous a thing they are, to turn and move, move and turn. Every creak and bump leaves the impression that the wagon is a little worse for wear, a little closer to the end of its life. And still the wheel doesn’t ask for recognition. It doesn’t demand applause for its job.

This Robin of Locksley would do well to learn from the wagon wheel.

Elena Gamwell was perched on the seat of the wagon, foot on the rein hitch, enjoying the rumble of the Sherwood Road. Will vaulted up and balanced, teetering over the buckboard, to steal a kiss from her. Another push and he was off again, darting away. He took every opportunity to scout the road ahead, while Elena was trapped listening to their guest’s version of conversation. Elena made a note to make Will pay for his escape in some delicious manner later. He was, as always, damned lucky that she loved him.

“What about me?” John Little asked beside her, pawing at the space Will had been, pursing his lips for a kiss.

“Here.” She grabbed his arm with both hands and planted her lips on his big furry cheeks.

“Oh my.” His eyebrows danced. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to kiss dirty old men?”

“Oh John.” Elena leaned her head against his shoulder. “You’re not that dirty.”

“I knew I should have driven the horses today.” Alan gave a weak laugh, sulking. Elena threw him a smile out of pity.

“Now if you want to ride a real horse…”