Her twenty-first century brain understood that the monster who was guilty of the murder of an innocent woman was not the same man whom she’d come to love, first as a lover, and later as a friend, or cousin – a true kinsman, but her heart was having a hard time reconciling that with Anne’s execution.

Sobs wracked her body as she pictured in her mind the events of the last few hours. She was not there to witness Anne’s beheading in physical form, but her mind played the scene over and over from studying it in her other life…her past…the future.