“Twilight had muted the colors of the dying day, turning the distant rolling summer-green fields to gray. Cara stood not far from his side, silent but watchful. Nicci knew Richard well enough that she could easily read the heightened tension in his body. She knew Cara well enough to see the reflection of that stress lurking in her intently calm appearance. Nicci pressed a fist over the knot of anxiety tightening in her middle. Overhead the slate gray clouds roiled, spitting an occasional fat dro...p of rain. Distant thunder rumbled through the mountain passes, promising a tempestuous night to come. Despite the dark, seething clouds, the air was strangely still. The heat of the day had abruptly vanished, as if fleeing before the storm that was about to break. As she came to a stop, Nicci rested a hand on the crenellated wall and took a deep breath of the humid air. “Rikka said that you needed to see me. She said it was urgent.” Richard looked the match for the brewing storm. “I have to leave.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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