For a moment, however brief, something in the way Landon looked at her reminded Keelan of her Landon. Her heart jumped at the possibility that the fog might be lifting. However, it had disappeared with the cold tone in his voice. Accusing. Angry. Wary.
her“I don’t own slaves,” she replied. “Papa—Commodore Grey— did…he owned Twin Pines plantation when he was alive.”
I“Who owns it now?”
Where was he going with these questions? Hope surged. Perhaps he was starting to remember?
“He told me he would leave it to Uncle Jared, but my uncle said that the plantation was left to me, so I’m not certain who owns it, nor do I care.” She’d left that life behind the second she set foot upon his ship.
His eyes narrowed. “And the reward for murder?”
The memory of Gampo’s voice screaming her name and h
