The village lay before her in deep shadow as the sun began its slow descent to the western horizon. She barely considered that everything she could s...e she owned. She just felt lonely and persecuted. A woman alone in a man’s world. She knew everyone on her estate were taking advantage of her. It was pure luck that she had inherited the estate as back in 1334 her ancestor Erazmus had stated the estate must pass to the eldest son and in default to the eldest daughter, not some distant cousin. Your brother is my Master and no one will take away from me what I have chosen to be mine!" Iane's determination was as clear as her personal view on possession in a slave-master relation."I guess I'm more like Roban and don't have a clue what you two are planning right now. Will you leave and sail to Falkath, or stay in Vernya?" Hassika asked confused."My brother already told the Clan-Chief we will come with him and I can't see any other way for us to get more information. We have to see this. After a few moments she looked over at Grace. ‘I guess I’ll be sleeping here tonight, if that’s okay with you.’ ‘Sure,’ Grace said. ‘You can share my bed. We only have two bedrooms that have heat. Come on.’ * * * * One of the advantages of living in a farmhouse on a long driveway was that Tim seldom saw a need to close the red-and-white checked curtains that Sarah had picked for their bedroom. Blinking his eyes open, he watched the big flakes of snow that were falling at a forty-five degree. He felt his own body respond and a rush of desire, as her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer. They fit together so perfectly. It was a though she had been made for him. He wound a lock of her hair through his hand and tugged it gently, forcing her head back even more. Looking down at her face, he knew there would never be another sight to match those sultry deep blue eyes; he felt he was drowning. With one finger he traced the outline of her mouth. He skin was soft and the color.