The last time this happened she had not returned for three days and he still hadn't been able to obtain the truth from her as to her whereabouts. Her fighting alongside him had not been an option that he had entertained, but he was fairly sure that she had sought acceptance with Duke's friends, and now it was not just the fighting issue that he was concerned with.
He sighed heavily, and for the thousandth time experienced deep regret that he had not been able to prevent his wife from leaving him. She had been so much better at controlling Elizabeth.
He sank to the floor, his rifle slung across his legs, the feel of the cool metal pressing into his thigh being the last thing he was aware of as he fell into a troubled, dark sleep.
He suddenly woke, aware of a malevolent presence in the room
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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