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Authors: Raven McAllan
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every nerve end was on fire. This was her answer. Her life.
“Ah I am truly lucky. It is the perfect gift.”
E PILOGUE
Kitty listened to the laughter and walked across the bathing chamber and into the sitting room. Her body ached for release. Her heart was gladdened by the knowledge at last Stephen was happy. She was pleased she would be part of both his and Judith’s happiness. Stephen had spoken the truth when he said part of his completion was to see her with Judith.
But deep inside she was weary. Why was she always alone? Was there no one for her, just her? Stephen was not and never had been that man. Her masters had warned her, life could be lonely, but she had stuck to her destiny. But on a night such as this…
She pulled the drapes across the tiny window overlooking the courtyard, shutting out the winter’s night. Would her love ever be returned?
With a sigh she left the room and walked along the corridor to her own room. Tomorrow she knew she would be needed. Tonight was for Judith and Stephen, but oh how apart and alone she felt. Their love would surround her, invite her in and cherish her, but still there was an empty hole inside her waiting…
She didn’t see the figure standing next to the wall, or notice the footsteps in the snow as they were filled in.
The End
B IOGRAPHY
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
“Ah I am truly lucky. It is the perfect gift.”
E PILOGUE
Kitty listened to the laughter and walked across the bathing chamber and into the sitting room. Her body ached for release. Her heart was gladdened by the knowledge at last Stephen was happy. She was pleased she would be part of both his and Judith’s happiness. Stephen had spoken the truth when he said part of his completion was to see her with Judith.
But deep inside she was weary. Why was she always alone? Was there no one for her, just her? Stephen was not and never had been that man. Her masters had warned her, life could be lonely, but she had stuck to her destiny. But on a night such as this…
She pulled the drapes across the tiny window overlooking the courtyard, shutting out the winter’s night. Would her love ever be returned?
With a sigh she left the room and walked along the corridor to her own room. Tomorrow she knew she would be needed. Tonight was for Judith and Stephen, but oh how apart and alone she felt. Their love would surround her, invite her in and cherish her, but still there was an empty hole inside her waiting…
She didn’t see the figure standing next to the wall, or notice the footsteps in the snow as they were filled in.
The End
B IOGRAPHY
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
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