“Go to the river and pick a bushel of blackberries,” Bianca demanded. The bite of winter had set in, and I’d be lucky to find a handful of suitable berries for the demanding Gräfin. However, if it kept me away from her for a few hours, I’d do it happily.
Chapter Five
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