When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Lance crosses his arms as he watches the woman standing in front of him. He had not been attending the gatherings since he does not want to surround himself with people that may remind him of her. He thought the Vernice's had already gone back to Beauville. It was the agreement Barkis and the Queen had—after Amelia shows up, they will go back to town. That's why he is taking his mind off it by drinking and having his fill with other women. He cannot believe he will come to a point like that. He was always in control. Now, he just wanted to go back to his past self wherein he was not always rattled whenever Amelia is near. He puffed smoke from his cigarette, eyeing Amelia intently. She looks so out of place in this dirty street. Her clothes were too clean and her demeanor too intimidatin