‘What is this commotion that you dare disturb the Court of the Province of Averic?’ I demanded. The shopkeeper bowed low, and assumed the exaggera...ed obedience with which he always addressed me. ‘Your Grace, Duke of Averic…this cur was caught stealing…’ he droned on for a while… ‘And if that’s not enough, the people of town have seen this demon practicing witchcraft about the town! Look…she even has the mark of the devil upon her.’ Right on cue, one of the mob pulled on the hood covering the. She was about 5'7" with really nice curves and a fine ass! She was just on the other side of the door. So I held the door open for her (since I'm a nice guy) and since she was pulling a large piece of luggage. As soon as I opened the door. She was cussing at a guy. "Asshole, I don't need to hear your shit!" As she was flipping the guy off. She walked right past me. Not even smiling or saying thank you. I thought "what a rude bitch."I finally got my shades after a bit of a hassle and having to. Not feeling up to socializing with someone new, I kept my attention on the rest of the bar."Some things are not meant to be forgotten" came the second sweetest voice I had heard in a long time. Sticking to my antisocial disposition, I merely chuckled my agreement while resisting the urge to investigate the source of the beautiful voice.Bitterly, I added "But it would make life a hell of a lot easier if they would be forgotten." This earned me the most beautiful chuckle from my unseen. I started running, but I must have slipped on the icy road. The last thing I remember is tumbling down the hill…then, I woke up at the McKenzie farm and my memory was gone.’ The judge raised his eyebrows and blew out a breath through pursed lips. ‘That’s some adventure you had, Miss Martin. And for the last two months, you’ve been hiding out at the McKenzie farm?’ ‘I wasn’t hiding out, sir,’ Sarah said, sending a brief glare at Brian. ‘I didn’t even know I was wanted for murder until today.’.