The Devil's Arms

We both know who you really are.

Jake's voice was harsh. 'So stop the charade about amnesia, Lyn. I don't want to hear any more of your lies.'

The girl's eyes darkened with hurt and weariness. What did he mean? He called her 'Lyn,' but she didn't really know who she was or where she had come from. He said they were engaged, yet he treated her with savage antagonism. He even suspected her amnesia to be a lie!

Bewilderment and unhappiness fought in he paleface. If only she could remember . . . .