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She shivered with fear.

Along the bridge, the guardrails had collapsed and the structure appeared rickety. She peered at the water below as the cold seeped through her cape.

She’d been foolish to leave the security of Abram’s home. But she needed to get to a computer.

Above the roar of the water she heard his voice.

“Miriam?”

Abram had come to stop her, yet he wasn’t thinking of her own good—he was thinking of the other woman who’d worn this cape and kapp. His late wife.

“Go home, Abram.”

Wind tore along the river, throwing her off balance, causing her to teeter toward the water. Her fall was aborted only by his strong hands.

“Let me go.”

“No, Miriam. You must come with me.”

“I won’t. You can’t control me.”

“This time you must listen. He is coming for you.”