Dawn Song
“Meg was rigid, her mouth dry.
How could she have been such a fool? she asked herself with agonised disbelief. She should have listened to her misgivings, but instead she'd trusted him—because he was the first attractive man to show any interest in her, she flayed herself savagely—and now here she was, in some kind of ghastly trap.
This is my house. Here, in the back of beyond, miles from anywhere—and she didn't even know where 'anywhere' was.
'"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spide...r to the fly.' And she'd done exactly that. A nightmare coming true.
Her hands curled into fists in her lap.
She said, keeping her voice cool and even, 'I seem to have lost my appetite.
Will you take me back to the auberge, please?' There was a silence, then Jerome Moncourt shrugged, the dark eyes agleam with amusement, as if he knew exactly the thoughts and fears churning under her calm exterior.
'Of course—if that is what you prefer,' he agreed equably. 'But Berthe will be desolated if you do not at least taste her cassoulet.' 'Berthe?' she questioned.'My housekeeper,' he said.MoreLess
How could she have been such a fool? she asked herself with agonised disbelief. She should have listened to her misgivings, but instead she'd trusted him—because he was the first attractive man to show any interest in her, she flayed herself savagely—and now here she was, in some kind of ghastly trap.
This is my house. Here, in the back of beyond, miles from anywhere—and she didn't even know where 'anywhere' was.
'"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spide...r to the fly.' And she'd done exactly that. A nightmare coming true.
Her hands curled into fists in her lap.
She said, keeping her voice cool and even, 'I seem to have lost my appetite.
Will you take me back to the auberge, please?' There was a silence, then Jerome Moncourt shrugged, the dark eyes agleam with amusement, as if he knew exactly the thoughts and fears churning under her calm exterior.
'Of course—if that is what you prefer,' he agreed equably. 'But Berthe will be desolated if you do not at least taste her cassoulet.' 'Berthe?' she questioned.'My housekeeper,' he said.MoreLess
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