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100 pages, ebook
First published October 5, 2010
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mistress Urswick,” he said wryly. “I am Chris Marlowe, although my friends call me Kit.”
“You have friends?”
“Strangely enough, yes. I would like to number you among them, if I could.”
Gillian hugged Elinor against her, every instinct she had screaming that she was mad to put their lives in the hands of a creature who saw them merely as prey. But if her only choice was between dying now and dying later, she would take later. “If you betray me, I will use my last breath to curse you!”
“I would expect nothing less.”
A rain of arrows shot by. One of them grazed Kit’s arm, leaving a stinging track across his skin, while another buried itself in the wood between his spread legs. He stared at it wildly – there were certain things he was not willing to sacrifice for queen and country.
Kit stared after her until the gathering shadows swallowed her up. Witches. He’d been right all along. They were completely mad. He smiled slightly, his lips still tingling from her final touch. But what glorious madness.