The Harp And The Fiddle: Glenncailty Castle, Book 1 - Plot & Excerpts
Trees bent and moaned, plants lay close to the soil and the lights in the castle flickered as power lines shook.Caera crossed her arms over her belly and tipped her head back, letting the wind slice through her clothes, tangling her hair. She didn’t feel the cold, she didn’t feel anything. It was well past midnight, her work finally over. She’d returned to the cottage to find Tim’s suitcase and fiddle gone. Sorcha, who’d stayed away knowing Tim was returning, was back. When Caera walked in, she’d opened her arms, pity on her face.Caera hadn’t been able to face her.She’d changed from her black work suit into a warm pair of pants, tugged on a wooly jumper and headed out into the oncoming storm. The paths of the formal gardens had called to her. She’d gone first to the bench where she and Tim had sat only hours before. She wandered on, taking the path that led her as far from the lights of the castle as possible. Soon she could see the back wall, the steeple of the church and the roof of the dowager house beyond. A sudden gust of wind whipped her hair in front of her eyes.
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