A Night of Forever by Lori Brighton

Author:Lori Brighton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, paranormal, historical

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“Byron is so very romantic, don’t you agree, Mr. Callaghan?”

Aidan was doing his best to ignore the woman in front of him, but she didn’t quite notice his disinterest. He’d rather stab himself repeatedly in the eyes than talk about poetry. He glanced out the windows. Where the hell was Mary Ellen? He’d seen her slip outside moments ago but surely she hadn’t been silly enough to head into the gardens unescorted.

“Don’t go,” he’d whispered, but she had left anyway.

He moved to the open doors, knowing the woman followed… Miss Palmer, or something or another. The woman Mary Ellen seemed to despise. He didn’t blame her.

The patio was empty.

“Or do you prefer other reading material?” Miss Palmer asked, snapping at his heels like a pup after a meal. If only all human females were as annoying as Miss Palmer, there would be no need to worry about infatuations.

He paused near the railing, resting his hands on the cool marble. He hadn’t expected Mary Ellen to leave the patio, but obviously she had. Under the glow of the moonlight he could see the impressions of her slippered feet in the grass. Not only her slippers. Larger prints as well. Male. The animal inside him roared to life. Anger fought with despair. She might not want him, but he had apparently claimed her as his own anyway.

“I, in fact,” Miss Palmer proclaimed. “Will read anything.”

Aidan started down the stairs, his steps long and hurried.

“Will you be back, Mr. Callaghan?” she called out.

He didn’t bother to respond. Damn her, what was Mary Ellen thinking to go off with some drunken fool? He knew she was attempting to prove something, to show him that she didn’t bloody well care, but he’d never thought her to be this irrational.

The laughter of the guests dancing around the fire was barely audible. The only sound was his own blood roaring… surging… through his veins in angry protest. He wanted her. He needed her. She belonged to him. Only him.

He knew there was an owl overhead without looking. Could hear Worthing calling for Mary Ellen near the rose garden. The drunken fool. Knew there was a couple kissing passionately some ten feet from him, hidden under the branches of a maple tree.

None of that mattered, for in the air was Mary Ellen’s sweet scent. He closed his eyes briefly as he continued down the path, following her. The little fool. When he found her, he’d tell her exactly how stupid she’d been. And then…hell, and then he’d kiss her. He’d kiss her and show her pricesly where she belonged…with him. A sudden scream interrupted the night sounds. A scream so soft and muffled that others wouldn’t have heard the cry for help. But he heard.

Mary Ellen.

Fear and anger combined. Aidan burst down the trail, uncaring who noticed his unnatural speed. The shadows between the yews morphed into human shapes. Two men, one woman. Mary Ellen struggled in the arms of her captors, doing her best to break free.

Aidan saw red.

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