He... he actually dared to do that!
Yes, James Horne was even more insidious and unpredictable than Glades Horne. He harbored a grudge against me, so how could he possibly miss this chance to strike me down?
She retreated step by step as they relentlessly advanced.
Before she knew it, she was forced to the side of the road.
The men were utterly brutal; no matter how she struggled, cried, and pleaded, it was all in vain.
Heaven wants to destroy me, Orlando Evans!
Orlando Evans watched in despair as tears finally trailed slowly down her cheeks. Her face was, in fact, still somewhat swollen, just not as severely as the previous night. It had recovered a touch of its former charm and beauty, which was how the men had recognized her.
