Page 94 of Never Kiss A Stranger
“I know,” Alys said quietly. Her eyes were open once more, and she was staring out the window. “I know you will, my love.”
But there was much Alys had failed to ask Sybilla in all their years as sisters. The eldest daughter had kept her mother’s secrets well, but if the Foxe matriarch was to survive the king’s wrath, she would have to learn to trust someone other than herself.
Alys did not know if she honestly wanted to learn the truth.
Edward was coming for Sybilla, true, but that meant sweet Cecily was also at risk. The sooner Alys’s quiet, pious middle sister was safely ensconced in her beloved nunnery, the better.
She closed her eyes again. No matter now. She had her husband, and at his side, they could do anything. Anything at all. She was drifting off to sleep now.
“I love you, Piers,” she murmured.
“Love you, my woman.” He kissed her temple.
That night Alys dreamed of sweet music, and her mother, and her husband’s babies. And she dreamed of Fallstowe—beautiful, grand Fallstowe.
