The clock in the hall struck four as Chris made his way quietly through the sleeping house. He could hear the wind wailing outside, and the scratch of tree branches against the plastered walls of the hacienda. It was the third night since Ezra had left, and while Chris was feeling much stronger, he still tired easily. Charlotte had allowed him a beer with dinner, and afterwards, he'd settled into the rocking chair in the parlour. He must have fallen asleep not long after. He'd woken up a few minutes before, finding himself covered with a blanket. ( Not feeling like going back to sleep straightaway, he'd decided to find a book to read from the library in Charlotte's study.Collapse )
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