Chapter 18
The house must have been quite something at one time. Now, the beams were sagging and rotted and the whole place smelled of must and regret. Out the window of the drawing room Helena could see the crashing waves through an opening in the trees as the storm clouds swirled about. Staring at the ocean made her think of Morgan and she calmed a bit thinking about the woman she had so easily come to love. She moved her wrists experimentally. Henry had tied her well but the chair was old and she just might be able to wriggle free. At the moment, her captor was pacing to and fro, the pistol carelessly dangling from one hand.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, Henry?”
He jumped as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Who is Morgan McKenzie?”
“The Captain of the Persephone, you met
