---Temperance--- He was mine once. The boy who hid blue eyes behind bangs that were far too long and spun stories just for me. Life was perfect back then. When my only worry in the world was making sure daddy didn’t catch us sharing more than words behind the barn. He should still be mine. But they took him. Ripped him from me while simultaneously tearing my heart in two. Six years later and you’d think I’d have moved on from that blue-eyed boy. Sometimes it’s nice to pretend I have. ---Woodrow--- She was mine once. The girl who tasted like sunshine and smelled like summer rain. Life was perfect back then. When my only worry in the world was making sure her daddy didn’t catch my hands on her pale freckled skin. She should still be mine. But she broke my heart in two, ripped the other half of my soul straight from my chest. Six years later and you’d think I’d have moved on from that cold-blooded woman. Sometimes I wonder if I should just forget about her. Sometimes I think I should get revenge. ------------- Regency England historical fiction romance