Chapter 4
When Emma returned moments later, Claire knew that she wasn’t about to be released. The crafty brunette must have had another devilish idea. And Claire was indeed correct.
“I’m back! And look what I have.” She held aloft a very long white feather quill pen, its huge soft plumage was a thing of beauty. “You brought me this when we were at Uni together, I bloody love this thing, yet have never ever used it other than to write with. Not until now, anyway.” E...
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