Dawn was barely breaking. Outside, shovels scraped across the snow-covered training yard.Darcy woke early. She eased Asher's heavy arm off her waist and got up, pulling on a thick sweater. On the nightstand, the old Blackstone iron tag caught the gray morning light. She slid it into her small leather bag, zipped it closed, washed up, and pulled on her worn boots.At the breakfast table, Asher's temper from last night hadn't cooled.He sat across the long table, face dark, saying nothing. Darcy reached for the water pitcher. Asher's hand shot out first and yanked it away, thumping it down at the corner of the table. Then he shoved a steaming cup of milk toward her.Darcy glanced at the mi
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