Chapter 28

He was still disheveled from the journey. When he had returned to the inn, he had woken Ewan from a sound sleep and demanded he start packing immediately. An hour later, Mrs. Ruark was paid, looking very sleepy and disappointed in her kerchief, and they were on the road for Boston. Micah had attempted to sleep on the way, but images of Jefferson had plagued him the entire course.

How he’d smiled when he heard Micah’s first recitation.

How he’d frowned when he heard about Micah’s family.

How he’d gazed at him with those burning slate eyes as he pinned him to the church wall.

How he’d spat out that final comment, stabbing Micah in the gut.