The Fiery Cross
Excerpt
Happy the Bride the Sun Shines On
Mount Helicon
The Royal Colony of North Carolina
November, 1770
I woke to the patter of rain on canvas, with the feel of my first
husband’s kiss on my lips. I blinked, disoriented, and by reflex put my
fingers to my mouth. To keep the feeling, or to hide it? I wondered, even as I
did so.
Jamie stirred and murmured in his sleep next to me, his movement rousing a fresh
wave of scent from the cedar branches under our bottom quilt. Perhaps the
ghost’s passing had disturbed him. I frowned at the empty air outside our
lean-to.
Go away, Frank, I thought sternly.
It was still dark outside, but the mist that rose from the damp earth was a
pearly gray; dawn wasn’t far off. Nothing stirred, inside or out, but I
had the distinct sense of an ironic amusement that lay on my skin like the
lightest of touches.
Shouldn’t I come to see her married?
I couldn’t tell whether the words had formed themselves in my thoughts, or
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