Untouched
Chapter One
Somerset, 1822
"This lass is nowt like any whore I ever seen."
The man's thick Yorkshire accent pierced Grace's agonizing return to consciousness. Through the pounding ache in her head, she recognized the sound of home.
If she was back on the farm in Ripon, why did her stomach cramp with pain? Why couldn't she move her hands or feet? Fear iced her blood, froze the voice in her throat.
Remember, Grace, remember.
When she tried, she met only a terrifying wall of blackness.
"No question she's a whore!" a different man insisted from her other side. "What were she by the docks for if she's not a bloody whore? You heard her ask the way to the Cock and Crown. She'd want nowt there but to pull a gent with brass in his pockets."
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