Larry drove the rifle butt into his mouth, the brutality of the motion somehow still elegant. "You're bothering the honorable Ms. Shepherd."
Blood bloomed across the snow like splashes of rouge.
I pushed open the window, the winter wind whipping through my hair. "What's the meaning of this, Young Marshal Hodgson?"
Pain flickered in his eyes, though his voice remained steady. "This is my answer to you."
"That was unnecessary. Your affairs don't concern me."
His jaw clenched—that telltale sign of impending fury I'd recognized too well in our past lives. He stepped closer. "You do care. In our past life, you—"
I cut him off. "Your memory is false, Young Marshal. When I burned to death, you were carrying Jennette to safety."
He staggered, snow cascading from his shoulders.
Suddenly, a
