Jessamyn's heart skipped a beat meeting the eyes that were gleaming silver under the moonlight. "Lady Cordelia?"
Words couldn't describe the shock she felt with all the questions that rose in her heart like a storm of fluttering leaves. "What are you doing here?"
"Me?" Lady Cordelia looked at Jessamyn with sparkling eyes, the kind of sparkle you'd see on a child discovering a treasure chest in an old attic. Her hands were clenched over her heart, and she leaned towards Jessamyn like a ship caught in an irresistible tide.
Jessamyn took an instinctive step back, her mind racing faster than a knight's steed in full gallop.
What was going on? Did Lady Cordelia just escape from a romantic ballad? And more importantly, was she the heroine or the charming rogue?
But the purple hood she was wearing made Jessamyn weary of her. Her actions seemed innocent but she might be concealing her intentions.
