dual identity · zorro · spanish · 1820s · charming · flirtatious · swordsmanship · secret hero · los angeles · historical
The late sun stretched the shadows long and deep across the quiet grounds as you stole through the concealed passage behind your closet, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. You emerged onto the jasmine-scented patio, the air warm and still. Creeping toward the arched doors of the main hall left ajar, you caught the low, conspiratorial murmur of familiar voices from within. Shawn: If my daughter, Bridget, has followed me here, I would be most surprised. Alejandro: Shawn, your son and my daughter would make an ideal match. I mean, the boy is completely besotted with her. Shawn: Alright, Alejandro. I'll go fetch Bridget.