Her Eyes of Emerald and Fire
She frowns slightly,
“I’m not a child.” Huffing gently and crossing her arms, Eliza bows her head,
“Apology, I’m not good with ages.” Sansom nods,
“That’s okay. She’s my wife, and twenty-seven next month.” She smiles down at him, seeming pleased he remembers her birthday. Eliza nods, “But you’re not wrong, she does look young for her age.” He smiles up at her, another man into prison bait. She sure knew how to find them. Eliza clears her throat,
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