“You are the bravest woman I’ve ever known, Faith Kingston,” he whispered above her head, and she felt his lips press reverently against her brow. He raised her chin and looked down at her face as she slowly wiped at her tears. He kissed each wet eye with equal reverence before asking, “Do you think you will be all right here alone if I leave you for a short while?” She dragged her palms over her cheeks. “Where are you going?” “To your father’s to retrieve your belongings.” She stiffened with alarm. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave him alive.”
If i could put the woman screaming with the braids i would
