Roses & Thorns
“It didn't help that the thunderstorms were raging again, or that Angelique was all too aware of Drew's departure to hunt the poachers. And though dawn brought a crystal-blue clarity to the sky above and tendrils of curling mists to the fields below, to Angelique the mist seemed eerie and only made her shiver. She paused at her terrace doors, wishing for some sign of Drew's safe return.
She should have known better than to fret. Culdun would have brought word if something dreadful had happened. With the sunrise, she knew, Drew would only have just begun the weary process of unearthing the snares and steel traps.
All the same, Angelique couldn't seem to help herself. She was dressed before the stable boys stumbled in from the village. She had nearly scrubbed the wax from the library's floor with her pacing before the sun had cleared the trees or the morning mists had begun to thin. And as she wandered the upper portico's hallways, she wondered if she hadn't somehow missed Drew's return ...after all.MoreLess
She should have known better than to fret. Culdun would have brought word if something dreadful had happened. With the sunrise, she knew, Drew would only have just begun the weary process of unearthing the snares and steel traps.
All the same, Angelique couldn't seem to help herself. She was dressed before the stable boys stumbled in from the village. She had nearly scrubbed the wax from the library's floor with her pacing before the sun had cleared the trees or the morning mists had begun to thin. And as she wandered the upper portico's hallways, she wondered if she hadn't somehow missed Drew's return ...after all.MoreLess
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