The bench's custody? As he stood there trying not to breathe his hardest, trying to breathe at all actually, but to assume his coat of boredom at the bloody dreadful do this was, Devorlane wondered one thing. Did she have any idea what they would do to her there?
"Cassidy Armstrong?" the old woman said again. "Why yes! I do knows this girl. I does. Cassidy Armstrong. Picked her up from the church door meself."
Christ Almighty, in heaven above, if that damned old crone in the corner didn't shut her goddamned cursed mouth she would be getting picked up from the church door he plastered her on. What Cassidy Armstrong's background was had been beyond obvious to him since Tilly first regaled him with that story. It had just been simpler, in so much as anything was with Cassidy Armstrong, to d
