I’ve been working on my story for the Bluestocking Belles’ next collection. Here’s a tidbit for WIP Wednesday, grabbed at random from my choppy draft. It appears right after the riot at a lecture on Habeas Corpus. #amwritinghonest
Doro you idiot. You should have let him accompany you to find Chloe. You should have told him everything.
Seeing him there in his overlong hair, his familiar collar, his shabby clergyman’s coat in need of a good brush, she had been swept into a world belonging to the two of them alone, the world of Pilgrim’s Rest. She wanted to protect that illusion; she didn’t want to spoil it with her family’s complex problems and explanations. Running along the cobbles she smiled. She could see him again. He would be at Holy Cross on Sunday.
She was all the way to Viscount Tavistock’s house before she knew for certain Chloe—and the monkey—were perfectly safe.