I do not trust myself with him. After all this time, I cannot tell where my deception ends and my father’s begins.
I do not trust myself with him. After all this time, I cannot tell where my deception ends and my father’s begins.FROM THE JOURNAL OF LADY CLARA NIGHTINGALE
Jack was cold. The chilly night air had been unforgiving after leaving the lovely warmth of the hot spring. He dressed as quickly as he could, silently begging the heat to find him again.
“I can open the portal,” Clara said, loosing her hair. “But how do you want to enter?”
“With my blade to your throat,” Fire said, her golden eyes bright.
Clara only laughed. “You overvalue my life. To threaten me with death will have no effect on him. You’d do better to put a blade to Jack’s throat.”
Fire considered this.
“I could
