Divine
“Only the candelabra at Sebastian’s elbow provided a small pool of light. After days of rain, the weather had finally lifted, leaving the night air chill, hinting at winter. The firelight flickered, casting weary shadows on the books and dark wood.
A large window to the left of the room rattled.
Sebastian had arrived only that afternoon. In his haste to rush to Lyndenbrooke, his horse had come up lame, forcing him to spend the previous night in a cramped inn.
Once arriving, he had gone first to Lyndenbrooke only to find Georgiana was not there. And, even worse, she had not visited Lyndenbrooke for years, since before her illness.
After his desperate, mad dash to reach her, the devastation—the depth of the deception—left him speechless.
The housekeeper at Lyndenbrooke must have thought him a little crazed, as he stood in stunned silence, dripping wet in the front vestibule, looking all too much like a fool. The pity in her eyes had not been flattering.
He had then ridden the two miles t...o Stratton Hall nearby.MoreLess
A large window to the left of the room rattled.
Sebastian had arrived only that afternoon. In his haste to rush to Lyndenbrooke, his horse had come up lame, forcing him to spend the previous night in a cramped inn.
Once arriving, he had gone first to Lyndenbrooke only to find Georgiana was not there. And, even worse, she had not visited Lyndenbrooke for years, since before her illness.
After his desperate, mad dash to reach her, the devastation—the depth of the deception—left him speechless.
The housekeeper at Lyndenbrooke must have thought him a little crazed, as he stood in stunned silence, dripping wet in the front vestibule, looking all too much like a fool. The pity in her eyes had not been flattering.
He had then ridden the two miles t...o Stratton Hall nearby.MoreLess
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