BEFOREFor a girl spoiled by lattes, coffee circa one hundred years ago was a shock to the system. But caffeine was caffeine, so Toria entertained Hugh with a wide variety of facial expressions as she choked down the bitter brew, harsh despite copious amounts of cream and sugar. After, she helped him shove the parlor furniture to the center of the room in preparation for removing the rest of the atrocious wallpaper as they waited for Liam.
When a car honked outside, Toria freed her hair from its borrowed handkerchief.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Hugh said as she reached for her rapier, propped in the corner of the foyer.
Toria knew he was right. If she was determined to remain as low-key as possible, she didn’t need to make her social entrance to Nacostina as the armed woman in we
