Chapter 21Sitting in the carriage, Patrick couldn’t shake an ever-growing sense of danger. Years in the police force had honed such instincts, and he knew better than to disregard them. As the vehicle stopped at the steps leading up to the house, he touched the medallion from Emrys, then checked his pistol.
“Are you all right?” Edison’s face appeared at the carriage window, and Patrick nodded.
“Just making sure I have my gun ready.” Patrick patted his pocket, then got out of the carriage. “I have a feeling we’re going to need all the luck, and protection, we can get.”
“In that case,” Edison leaned in and brushed a kiss across Patrick’s cheek. “For luck. Pandora always kisses my brother that way before he leaves our farm.” Edison grinned and winked at Patrick as he headed toward the stai
