To Form Freedom
Riding at night was more difficult than Emily anticipated. When she finally rode into Bentley castle, she half expected to find hundreds of men ready to apprehend her. Instead, the castle was full of carriages. That ruled out the front door. ‘I’m sorry father. I’ll see you again I know.’ Emily tied the horse to a tree. The back kitchen entrance was her only option. ‘What are you doing here you should be at an insane asylum!’ Liam swung a bottle of scotch at her. ‘Hush!’ Emily frowned. ‘So, you did help Ella!’ She pointed. Liam swerved and landed on his backside. He dropped the bottle and raised his hands. ‘I didn’t mean to… I did… but I regret it now. I’m sorry.’ Emily rolled her eyes, ‘Where’s Elton? Ella hasn’t…’ ‘That witch… I don’t know what she’s done. All I know is my poo
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