Please, doona tells me an untruth. Lamont is waitin' for ye." She tried to gentle
her smile at the woman. "Go," she said, shooing Annie toward the
door with her hands. The only head she wanted to be in was her own. "Out."
"You're sure ye do not need me?"
"Positive." Hazel sighed.
The woman nearly skipped out the door. Within a few moments, the maid would
be wrapped in the arms of the coachman, and she wouldn't be back
until the morning. Oh, if life were truly that simple.
When Hazel was alone, she still caught snippets of the future, but when they
weren't coming at her in concert, they were more like a dream. Or like
watching actors at the theater. When they all came at her at once, they were more of a nightmare.
She crossed to the window and pulled back the drapes. The moon sti
