A Prize Worth Fighting For: Thieves of Desire Book 3 by St. Clair Ellie

Author:St. Clair, Ellie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prairie Lily Press
Published: 2021-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

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Grace had always been an early riser.

She just hadn’t been aware that Damien was as well.

She had been dressing — she could dress in a simple morning gown without the help of a maid — when she had spied a figure through her window, which overlooked the cliffs beyond.

It couldn’t be Damien — could it? Ire grew within Grace that he would attempt such an exploration without her, after she had been the one to show him the path. She thought that this was an adventure they would undertake together — and there he was, going off alone.

She crossed her arms over her chest, telling herself not to worry over it anymore — that if that was his choice, then so be it. But then she remembered the tides. Would he know the signs to watch for? Would he know how high they could get? Usually this early in the morning, just after the sun began to peek over the ocean’s horizon, high tide would hit. It was not a problem if one was high enough on the beach, but it could trap someone in the cave below.

Grace shivered as she remembered the one time, as a girl, she had followed her brothers down there. She had remained hidden from them, sure that if they noticed her, they would force her to return to the house.

Instead, she had gotten lost in the maze of the caves beneath the cliffs. The entrance near the mouth of the cave had begun to fill with water, and Grace had been stranded, alone, certain that she was going to meet her end by drowning in the darkness, where no one would ever find her. As it turned out, the water never reached her, but it came close enough to cause her imagination to run rather freely.

The memory was enough to spur her into action, and she threw on a cloak to ward off the chill of the morning before dashing down the stairs and out the garden door off the back parlour toward the cliff, hoping none of the early risers —the few servants — would notice her.

She inhaled deeply at the start of the path, wondering how often it had been used recently. Damn Damien. If only he had waited for her, it would have been much safer for both of them.

Grace looked around, finding a branch that would suffice as a walking stick if she broke off the top of it. Once that was dealt with, she curled her hand around the end to help her down the steep descent. The waves were already crashing onto the sand below, and she had to remind herself to watch where she was going instead of craning her neck in search for Damien’s bulky figure.

Once, twice, her foot slipped on rocks that slid out from under her, but she was able to dig her makeshift walking stick into the ground to catch herself. She was still grumbling when she reached the bottom, ready to cuss out Damien for putting her through such a thing alone.

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