Tuesday, April 23, 2013
"I’ve told you that there is no Lord Barrington in this forest,” he said. “Only me.”
"You would be Lord Barrington if you left this place.”
The lantern caught his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble growing on it. It was a jaw strong as any hunter’s, and it was held firm against her words.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he said. “You can’t come here and exhume all my buried possibilities."