CHAPTER 5
Alec let out a strained breath as he closed the door to the B&B behind him. The sun had decided to bless the day, while the strong wind worked at chasing away the scant wispy clouds that otherwise marred the perfect blue sky. He glanced down to the list—Please, Alec, I need help—He pressed his fingers into his eyelids for a second as his heart squeezed in his chest. When he looked again, the letters had rearranged into the list he had asked for, her handwriting the same. Still the same as the letter he had received begging him for help, telling him she needed him.
The longer he stayed with her, the more danger she would be in, but he owed it to her at least to make sure she was safe, that she had supplies.
He might work for her father, he might be enslaved, but at least he sti
