Chapter 6

So this was what he’d been up to.

Gabe knew he was turning green-eyed about this, not because Mary had found someone else, but because Remember would have his Anne; Gabe would be left with no one.

“I…you left camp one night and never came back.”

“I came back. But you were gone.” After that night, Gabe had been unable to return to his company. The English vampyre had been right, for although General Washington found his services useful, he preferred Gabe give a very wide berth to his men.

Higgins put an arm around Mary’s thin shoulders and pulled her to his side. “You can’t have her, Granger. I’ve married her, and she’s mine now. You were never worthy of her.”

“Ma? What’s going on?” A little girl, about seven years old, peeked down from the loft. She had Mary’s blond hair, but even in the dark, Gabe could see her gray eyes with the purple streaks, so like his own. Beside her was a boy her own age and with the same coloring.