Wicked Nights With a Lover
“Disoriented, she shook her head, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She moved carefully, testing her stiff and aching muscles, regretting falling asleep in a chair.For a moment, glancing around, she wondered how her rooms at Mrs. Dobbs’s had changed so greatly. Then she remembered.The howling wind outside brought it all back. With a moan, she dragged a hand over her face, wincing at the rawness of her chapped cheeks. Dropping her head back in the chair, she sighed heartily, her gaze settling on the window.Dusk had come and gone. It must have stopped snowing. An inky black pressed on the panes of glass and made her feel adrift, as if she floated lost in a night sea. She glanced around the hunting lodge, staring at the walls with their strange, clawing shadows. The fire burned low, casting a dim red glow that seemed demonic. What had looked quaint before now struck her as ominous.Squeezing the quilt even tighter about her, she rose to add more wood to the fire. That done, she poked it se...veral times until sparks danced.A horse’s whinny broke over the keening wind.MoreLess
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