Devil's Heart
she rasped in return, her gun wagging about rather carelessly, "I have given myself enough credit already."
Breckenridge Martin, Earl of Glancrea, spoke up from her right of the table, the Scottish accent impinged in his bark of a voice, "So we suppose this is about England. Tell us," he leaned forward with his elbows braced, "What do you plan to do with them?"
A frown crossed the damsel's face; she'd almost pulled the trigger. But then, her fingers settled limply upon the weapon while she searched her mind, "I have nothing against England. We have Kilmarnock and that is a capital notion."
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