into the
maze, her vision blurred.
“Jesus, Danielle, wait !”
She ignored his command and continued
to run. Miraculously, she only stumbled upon two dead ends before she burst
free from the maze and ran home.
Rhys was on her heels and exited
the maze seconds after her, just in time to see her run up the hill towards the
road that would take her back to the village. In the mad pursuit after her, his
hood had blown back and he angrily yanked it over his face.
Chapter 7
She cried herself to sleep that
night.
It was amazing how exhausting a
fit of tears could make one for it put her right to sleep despite the aching
pressure being applied to her spine. She made a mental note to utilize the
method in future when her back kept her up all night.
Surprisingly, she slept most of
the next day and Aunt Fiona, bless her sweet soul, didn’t disturb her at all
except to leave her food, to check on her person, and drop off her mail.
The same occurred the following
night and by the morning she was feeling much better. In fact, she was feeling
better and more level-headed than she had been in days. Her back didn’t seem
inclined to bother her at all today, which was a rare occurrence indeed.
She climbed out of bed and
stretched, testing the willingness of her spine. It must be late, judging by
the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She gazed admiringly out
across the blue-green water of the ocean, her eyes drifting unwillingly to the
forbidding spires of Falmouth. She sighed as her heart gave a painful lurch.
Forbidden, she thought sadly, but not forgotten.
She let loose another maudlin
sigh before settling before her vanity to brush her hair. The vase of flowers
caught her eye and she quickly looked away. Suddenly, everything in her room
was reminding her of him and it was suffocating. She lurched to her feet,
snatched the vase, and hurled it out the open window. Open?
She never left her window
open. The cold tripled the pain in her spine normally, so her room was usually
kept as warm as possible. Her eyes riveted to the bright bouquet of roses
placed on her bedside table. How the hell had she missed that ? It was
enormous! They had to be at least fifty of the bright, multi-coloured blooms.
Their vase was equally beautiful, crystal probably, and at the base was a
cream-coloured envelope sealed with a red wax seal.
She lunged for it like a woman
starved and ripped it open, her eyes devouring the broad, elegant script that
flowed across the page with swift, strong strokes.
And her heart stopped beating.
Freckles
Forgive me?
Yours,
Rhys.
“Danielle!” her aunt called
through the wood of her door. “You have a visitor. Come downstairs, dear.
You’ve slept the morning away, although I daresay you needed the sleep.”
Her heart began to beat again and
with fury. It right near wanted to explode from her chest. Rhys had come to
visit her!
She completed her toilette in
about ten minutes, record time if one considered the endless stream of buttons
down the back of her black mourning gown. Dani didn’t even bother with her hair
but she downright burst from her room and practically ran down the stairs and
into the sitting room where… Damn. It was only Victoria.
Not that she wasn’t excited to
see her friend- it was just so overwhelming… the roses, the note and then the
visitor. Oh God, she must be going mad if she had actually thought Rhys would
call upon her at her aging aunt and uncle’s cottage. Mad.
“Dani!” Victoria jumped to her
feet and flung herself into her friend’s arms, squeezing tightly. God, a hug
felt good . Dani couldn’t remember the last time somebody had given her a
hug. Lord knew her mother hardly touched her and Fiona, for all the affection
she held for Dani, wasn’t very exhibitionist when it came to emotions.
The only person who had ever
touched her in an affectionate manner had to be Vicky… and Rhys. She was so
desperate for a hug she would notch his passionate
maze, her vision blurred.
“Jesus, Danielle, wait !”
She ignored his command and continued
to run. Miraculously, she only stumbled upon two dead ends before she burst
free from the maze and ran home.
Rhys was on her heels and exited
the maze seconds after her, just in time to see her run up the hill towards the
road that would take her back to the village. In the mad pursuit after her, his
hood had blown back and he angrily yanked it over his face.
Chapter 7
She cried herself to sleep that
night.
It was amazing how exhausting a
fit of tears could make one for it put her right to sleep despite the aching
pressure being applied to her spine. She made a mental note to utilize the
method in future when her back kept her up all night.
Surprisingly, she slept most of
the next day and Aunt Fiona, bless her sweet soul, didn’t disturb her at all
except to leave her food, to check on her person, and drop off her mail.
The same occurred the following
night and by the morning she was feeling much better. In fact, she was feeling
better and more level-headed than she had been in days. Her back didn’t seem
inclined to bother her at all today, which was a rare occurrence indeed.
She climbed out of bed and
stretched, testing the willingness of her spine. It must be late, judging by
the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She gazed admiringly out
across the blue-green water of the ocean, her eyes drifting unwillingly to the
forbidding spires of Falmouth. She sighed as her heart gave a painful lurch.
Forbidden, she thought sadly, but not forgotten.
She let loose another maudlin
sigh before settling before her vanity to brush her hair. The vase of flowers
caught her eye and she quickly looked away. Suddenly, everything in her room
was reminding her of him and it was suffocating. She lurched to her feet,
snatched the vase, and hurled it out the open window. Open?
She never left her window
open. The cold tripled the pain in her spine normally, so her room was usually
kept as warm as possible. Her eyes riveted to the bright bouquet of roses
placed on her bedside table. How the hell had she missed that ? It was
enormous! They had to be at least fifty of the bright, multi-coloured blooms.
Their vase was equally beautiful, crystal probably, and at the base was a
cream-coloured envelope sealed with a red wax seal.
She lunged for it like a woman
starved and ripped it open, her eyes devouring the broad, elegant script that
flowed across the page with swift, strong strokes.
And her heart stopped beating.
Freckles
Forgive me?
Yours,
Rhys.
“Danielle!” her aunt called
through the wood of her door. “You have a visitor. Come downstairs, dear.
You’ve slept the morning away, although I daresay you needed the sleep.”
Her heart began to beat again and
with fury. It right near wanted to explode from her chest. Rhys had come to
visit her!
She completed her toilette in
about ten minutes, record time if one considered the endless stream of buttons
down the back of her black mourning gown. Dani didn’t even bother with her hair
but she downright burst from her room and practically ran down the stairs and
into the sitting room where… Damn. It was only Victoria.
Not that she wasn’t excited to
see her friend- it was just so overwhelming… the roses, the note and then the
visitor. Oh God, she must be going mad if she had actually thought Rhys would
call upon her at her aging aunt and uncle’s cottage. Mad.
“Dani!” Victoria jumped to her
feet and flung herself into her friend’s arms, squeezing tightly. God, a hug
felt good . Dani couldn’t remember the last time somebody had given her a
hug. Lord knew her mother hardly touched her and Fiona, for all the affection
she held for Dani, wasn’t very exhibitionist when it came to emotions.
The only person who had ever
touched her in an affectionate manner had to be Vicky… and Rhys. She was so
desperate for a hug she would notch his passionate
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