At one forty-five the light from the small room overlooking the stables winked out, the last one to be extinguished on the compound.
Only by his tightening of the harness behind her back and the settling of the girth around her waist did Nicholas remind Meris directly of what he’d done to her the previous afternoon. The harnessing did not sit well this morning and she wondered if Nicholas knew it.
His beating had been worse than Loughlin’s. Loughlin. The name murmured in her mind, darting to and fro like a gray phantom. That tall, fair haired man with a voice like whispering wind. She wasn’t even sure how she knew his name. She searched her memory but could not recall him once actually stating his name to her. And yet she knew. He had something to do with this situation with Nicholas. Th
