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Chapter 1  “Mr. Fawkes, it’s still dangerous at the crash site. You can’t go in yet.” “We’ve already called for rescue. The ambulance will be here any minute.” “Mr. Fawkes- “Get out of my way! If you waste any more time and anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you all pay for it!” Amid the chaos and shouting, that furious voice cut through the noise and slowly pulled Evangeline Whitmore back to consciousness. She struggled to lift her head, her vision swimming, but managed to catch sight of a tall, familiar figure pushing past the barricade, storming toward her like some avenging angel. Tears of relief spilled down her cheeks. She’d been trapped inside the overturned car for what felt like forever, bleeding and drifting in and out of awareness. She’d thought Soren Fawkes would never come. The last time they spoke, they’d been arguing. They were supposed to meet at his office last night, but Soren had received a call early that morning and bailed on her–didn’t even bother to pick up when she called. By the time the accident happened, her phone was almost dead. She used the last bit of battery to shoot her location to his assistant, praying someone would come help. She thought, like always, Soren would ignore her messages. But now… “There’s still hope, baby… Daddy’s here…” Evangeline looked down at the blood still pooling beneath her. Even so, she clung to a shred of hope. Fighting off the waves of nausea, she tried to call out Soren’s name, but her throat. was raw–she could barely make a sound. It didn’t matter. Soren had found her. She forced her trembling arm to lift, trying to wave him down- But in the next moment, Soren brushed right past her, not even glancing her way, his stride unbroken. Evangeline froze, confused. Maybe he hadn’t recognized her. She wasn’t driving the Fawkes family car  Chapter 1 today–her sister–in–law had borrowed it that morning. This was the car her mother had given her as a gift, something she rarely drove. Of course Soren wouldn’t recognize it. Too dizzy to think straight, she summoned the last of her strength and tried to call his name….

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  Chapter 40 Climbing For Glory  Neville flattened himself against his mare’s neck, his gaze pinned to Alexander’s back. He had always believed his skill with bow and saddle was…

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Chapter 39 Sibling Tensions  He lunged forward and, without warning, tried to wrench the bamboo basket stuffed with paper slips from Sadie’s grasp.  Alexander snapped, shielding the basket, “Who do…

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106  1  Chapter 38 Lucky Draw  Zephyr was about to refuse–games of chance held no appeal–when Sadie marched over, cradling the basket of folded slips and thrusting it beneath his…

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Chapter 37 Unspoken Promises  Zephyr clasped his hands behitid his back, gazing down at her.  The spring breeze rustled the scrolls behind Sadie. The blue–gold hem of her gown rippled,…

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Chapter 36 Unanswered Pleas  One winter afternoon, the tiny girl had carried a steaming cup of tea into his study. She clearly wanted to speak, yet dared not interrupt while…

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Chapter 35 Gallery Verdict  Gregory inclined his head. “In my view, Miss Sadie holds the advantage in calligraphy, Commander Gates, would you agree?”  Zephyr offered nothing more than a frosty…

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hapter 34 Spring Gala  That Made My Brothers Weep  Sadie sent Katy and two of Alexander’s servants to man the stall, while she, Alexander, and his usual gang headed straight…

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Chapter 33 The Plan  After witnessing the scene repeat several evenings, Zephyr tugged the reins and told Clifton, “Go find out what they’re up to.” He doubted any good could…

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Chapter 32 Old Tastes  Zephyr tapped the packet of  andy, his long lashes casting shadows across his cheekbones and hiding the depth of his gaze. “I loved it as a…