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482 pages, ebook
First published October 16, 2013
He scowled. "I did not stop to ponder the matter when you fell overboard."
"And ye regret it now," I said bitterly.
The scowl deepened.
A wave of exhaustion shook me. Manteo muttered an oath and caught me when my knees buckled. He lowered me to the ground. Settling against a tree, he drew Tomas and me against his chest. I sank into the warmth and strength of him. The even cadence of his heartbeat performed instant sorcery on my tired limbs. I tried to keep my eyes open and failed. Perhaps I dreamt his next words.
"Nay. I do not regret it."
I very much wanted to continue the conversation, but already I was drifting into sleep. I turned my face against his chest. He whispered something into my hair, drawing me closer. 'Twas the last thing I remembered.
“A nanny, an apothecary's assistant, and a clerk you may be, but Shakespeare himself could not write a script with any more layers of intrigue."
"Alas, there is no curtain and no stage," I murmured. "And we are the players."