I am so ready to get back to writing this story. I’m free from Evermine until FLE arrive on the 27th. I have first round edits on A Hint of Frost due on the 25th. Maybe if someone adds a few more hours in the day, I’ll get some new words written on this before the end of the month. 😉
With trembling fingers, I reached into my bag and withdrew the envelope. Tucked into the crease was a lock of chestnut hair with a slight curl at the end. Fumbling in a different pocket, I withdrew a similar strand and compared the lengths. One hung slightly longer than the other. I held it to my nose and inhaled the violet-scented strands until hot tears pricked my eyes.
I knew better than to trust his word, I did, but he had baited his trap too well for me to resist.
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