Janet’s stick clashed against Jordan’s as she looked at him angrily, drops of sweat dripping down the side of her face. Droplets were gathered at her forehead. The summer evenings in England were usually cool, but she was exerting herself to the fullest. Letting out a loud grunt, she gave one mighty shove which sent Jordan stumbling back.
“Stop going easy on me!” Janet barked out.
Ever since the funeral six days ago, she’d been so out of sorts. She kept remembering the family that had lost someone they loved dearly. A boy without a father….a girl too young to even remember the father who had died protecting her lands…
And when she'd inquired about going to meet the family as Nick had suggested, Una had informed her that Una had already dispensed with the formalities. Janet had wanted
