I'M BACK! New computer, new year, new attitude. So I'm taking suggestions right now for scenes in the story. I hope you're still enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing it.

Spencer's POV
The man named Toby stared at me with such intensity, I was worried I would burst into flames.

"Em, what are you doing with this….. yankee?" I choked on the words.

"He saved me, Spencer." She said wide eyed. "He saved me from Ben."

"If you would care to walk with me, Miss. Hastings, I would gladly explain it." He smiled crookedly. "Emily, why don't you head inside." Toby said.

"As long as you don't try to kill me, I guess." I told him. Emily turned away, said thank you, an glided easily to the plantation house.

Toby held his elbow out, a kind gesture that I was very accustomed to from Wren. I grabbed it graciously, and we began to walk.

He used his free hand to make gestures, explaining to me how Ben had stabbed him, and how he was hiding in the alleyway. He told me how Emily was being attacked and how he saved her.

The topic of conversation shifted to our families, friends, what we had grown up with.

"Are you married?" Toby asked me, his blue eyes were like a puppies.

"Engaged." I audibly sighed. I could picture my mother fainting at the sight of this. Her Spencer talking to a Yankee and sighing in front of him… How scandalous.

"What is his name?" I didn't think before answering.

"Wren Kingston."

"Is he from the states?"

"Britain actually." Toby's next question shocked me.

"Do you love him?"

"This is absurd, you cannot ask a woman a question like that. It was very nice to meet you but I must leave now, good bye Mr. Cavanaugh." I turned on my expensive heels, intending to make a dramatic exit. Instead I stomped directly into a marble bench, making myself fall forward and hit my forehead on the bench.

"BOLLOCKS!" I cried out before reaching up and touching my head. When I pulled my hand away, it was covered in my own blood.

Ever since I was a child, I fainted at the sight of blood. In that very moment, my entire body swayed. I stood up trying to walk away before falling forward again. Instead of hitting the bench this time, I was caught by a warm body.

"Miss Hastings!" He cried before sitting me on the bench. He got on his knees in front of me, and had one hand on my knee, the other hand was being waved in front of my face.

"Oohh," I moaned.

"It appears that you have a nasty gash on your face." With his thumb he wiped away the blood. "Can you walk?" I attempted to stand up, before falling again. In one swift motion, he picked me up, and started towards the house.

Hanna's POV

I stood in the parlor, looking out the window to the garden. Approaching the house was a Yankee soldier with a limp woman in his arms.

"YANKEE!" I screamed. Aria jumped, Emily sighed, and mammy lumbered into the room.

"I's locked the doors, Miss. Hanna."

"Good Mammy, now all we can do is wait for him to leave." Emily stood up, and walked to the side door.

She threw it open, and beckoned him inside. "EMIlY, what the devil are you doing?"

"Mr. Cavenaugh, whats happened to Spencer."

"She had a little dramatic fall." He chuckled.

"I do not believe that it is funny." She muttered from his arms.

"Where may I set her down?" I pointed to the lounge, unsure of words I could say.

"Aria, Hanna, why don't we go check on the tea." We all left quickly, leaving them alone.

Spencer's POV:

Toby sat on the edge of the lounge. "When will I see you again?"

"Soon," I promised. He kissed my hand, and turned to leave.