Chapter 120
MISTRESS SINAL
11:23 Mon, Dec
Chapter 120
The deep, familiar volce frage Emeriel mid–step, sending a different kind of shiver down her spine.
“Your Grace,” she managed, barely remembering to bow.
He stilled, his silverware suspended mid–bite. His eyes found hers. “That voice….”
Hell, hell, hell. Emeriel’s mind raced.
Does he recognize me?
