Lady Anne And The Howl In The Dark - Plot & Excerpts
Her ankles trembled, and she had to keep one hand on the wall at all times, for every step down felt as if it would bring her tumbling to the bottom. The thought, once it had invaded, left her quivering. Who would find her body if she fell to her death? The door, latched from the outside, would inspire no one to investigate further. And who closed and latched it? She could eliminate the marquess and his brother, and whoever else was off in the distance with them. To distract herself, she pondered what she had seen from the top of the tower; what was the animal loping across the hills, and who was the person creeping out from behind the hut? Finally at the bottom, she felt her way over to the door and rattled the latch. Secure. Her heart thudded, but imagining her skeletal remains being found shockingly garbed in a loosely fastened morning gown at some point in the next century would do no good. She took a deep breath and knelt to examine the latch. Daylight framed the door, and a dark patch that was the latch darkened a sliver of open space.
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