“Get off me.” Will shoved at him. “You don’t understand. Your family’s dead—” “Will.” Jem took his friend by the shirtfront and shook him. “I do understand. And unless you want your family dead too, you’ll listen to me.” Will went very still. In a choked voice he said, “James, you can’t possibly—I’ve never—” “Look.” Jem raised the hand that wasn’t gripping Will’s shirt, and pointed. “There. Look.” Tessa looked where he was pointing—and felt her insides freeze. They were nearly halfway down the hill above the manor house, and there, above them, standing like a sort of sentry on the ridge at the
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