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Four years later…
The Haviland Estate, Somerset, England - Summer 1799
On a gentle green slope, Lady Haviland pulled the string of her bow back and took aim with a steady hand.
The Earl of Haviland admired his wife’s form and grinned back as she shot him a cheeky look, her green eyes flashing with mischief from beneath the wide straw brim of her bonnet.
Robert glanced at Baron Amberleigh standing nearby. “What do you wager my wife splits your wife’s arrow, Amberleigh?”
Before Amberleigh could answer, a scream shattered the afternoon calm. Robert swung his gaze up toward the third floor nursery window where a nursemaid hung halfway out the window, frantically waving her arms. “The children are gone!”
Heather dropped her bow, picked up her skirts, and ran.