Again, My Lord: A Twist Series Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Popping her eyes open, she reached out with both arms, searching, hoping, praying. But she did not need to feel the mattress, flat and cool beneath her palms, to know the man she had gone to bed with was not now beside her. She did not need to see it. Rain pecked at the windowpanes of her own bedchamber and made the dawn as gray as the storm of despair in her heart. Aphrodite’s cool white eyes stared at her from across the room. Turning over, Calista pressed her face into the pillow, and for the first time in six years she wept. ~o0o~ She arose only to admit the cat, who curled up in a ball at her feet and purred loudly enough to match the rainfall’s clamor. When the tears subsided, weary numbness crept into her blood and overcame her. Breakfast in the taproom would be unbearable. But if she remained abed, Mrs. Whittle would worry and use her precious time to ensure she was not ill.
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