It completely shielded her identity as well, only the sparkle of her eyes visible and a few blond wisps of hair. Shrouded in a hooded gray cloak that fell to her ankles, her face was hidden behind a black velvet mask, the kind court beauties used to shield their complexions. But the woman stealing through the haze appeared oblivious to both the perils of becoming lost and the damp chill of the autumn evening. Mist rose off the Seine, the ghostly vapor drifting over the banks of Paris, obscuring streets that were already a labyrinth in the fading light. My big brother, Tony, and my outlaws, Jerry, Tom, and Pete. Read on for a sneak peak at Miri’s story, the next captivating novel in the Cheney Sisters Trilogy!ĭon't miss these three captivating novels in the Dark Queen series
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