“What?” I whisper, my head spinning. Where he stands with me? What can he mean, saying something like this right now? The eyes staring down at me change, growing lighter in color until they’re a bright amber. He tips forward as if to close what little distance remains between us, but I wrench away from him, and his arms slide…
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Henri wasn’t lying about being hard on me. I spend the next two weeks rising from bed so sore that I swear my limbs will fall off if it gets any worse. My life at the chateau quickly falls into one of routine. In the mornings, I eat breakfast with Livy and Vivienne, and afterward, Henri gathers me for our…
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A flicker of light pulls me from my dark thoughts. It looks like torchlight shining through the trees up ahead. The glow gets brighter as Henri leads us off the main road, down a narrow forest trail barely wide enough to fit his horse. I follow it as closely as I dare, wary of its rear hooves, my eyes darting…
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You’re wrong. That statement has been playing through my head over and over again since arriving here. Because how could I have possibly dreamed about Henri before meeting him? Logically, I know it’s impossible, but the way my mother knew when we were about to receive an unexpected visitor had nothing to do with logic or reason, and I’m starting…
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Later that night, I pace the floor in front of my bed, waiting for Livy to finish getting ready for dinner. The guests from the past few days have all gone home, and the baron and his men left at noon, taking Jacques and Emanuel with them. The priest blessed their journey in the courtyard before they departed on horseback,…
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