Witchofarundalehall (2014)
“It had restored her reputation in one area and destroyed it in another. After all the guests had gone home Madame de Laval approached her and gave her arm a quick squeeze.
Perry said nothing of note to her but bowed formally as he left her at her bedroom door. What had she thought would happen? No man wanted to be tossed out on his wedding night, despite Sarah’s reasoning.
The weather seemed to complement her mood, a steady, dismal rain pouring down in the night and spattering against her window. The wind seemed to whistle through the old chimneys and a low moaning sound echoed through the hallways.
A cold blast of wind shuddered through her bedroom and plunged her into darkness. Damn old house. Sarah staggered to her feet and closed the window then stumbled to the tinderbox by the dying fire.
“You’ll catch a cold with no fire,” a low voice said, and someone grabbed her arm.
Two things blazed across Sarah’s mind instantly. One, this was the man who had accosted her at Wolford House.
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