A Warlock's Dance by Marina Myles

Author:Marina Myles
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-03-15T05:00:00+00:00

At midnight precisely, Lucian directed Giselle through the gates of Bellu Cemetery. He’d picked the lock—a skill gained as a street boy—and they began to move through a haze of ankle-deep fog. Fortunately, the bright moon hanging over the aboveground grave plots cast shadows in which they could hide.

Giselle’s pulse sped. The cemetery boasted row upon row of plots, each with its own monument or statue. The juxtaposed monuments lent the yard a crowded look, and it was easy to lose one’s bearings. Grateful that Lucian knew the way, Giselle let him tug her toward a section of the graveyard set apart by a small knoll. A stately mausoleum rose up on top of the mound. She was surprised that Lucian’s uncle, a working Gypsy, was buried in such a magnificent place.

“Thanks to Baron Reppart’s money, I had my uncle buried here with dignity—instead of in my family’s meager plot,” he explained.

Pity washed through Giselle and she squeezed his hand. She remembered Gregori Ivanu as a kind man who always thought of others. Lucian always claimed he’d been closer to him than to his own father, and she was certain he’d been devastated when Gregori died.

She wanted to ask Lucian how he had saved the baron’s life, so she withdrew the pen and paper she’d brought with her.

He read the note and gave her a sideways look as they walked toward to the mausoleum. “I inherited the baron’s money after I lifted a fallen carriage off his chest,” he said. “He’d gotten out to purchase something on Hildae Street. A wild horse came charging by and spooked the carriage’s horses. The sudden jerk—plus the odd angle—tilted the coach on its side. It came crashing down on the baron.”

Giselle’s eyes flung open wide. Lucian was incredibly strong—and once he set his mind to something, he never gave up. That’s why she was disappointed he hadn’t kept his powers of sorcery.

A loud shriek made her jump. She huddled close to him.

“Just an owl,” he murmured.

Pressed against his broad chest, she could hear the sound of his heartbeat. It was steady and unaffected, but she wasn’t surprised.

They crept toward the tomb’s entry gates. In the moonlight, the edifice glowed like an enormous beacon—and the sight sent tremors of fear up Giselle’s spine. The eerie atmosphere was doing her heart no good and she wished Lucian would hurry and open the wrought iron gates. But he was moving carefully so that he could assist her.

To get him to pick up the pace, she wrote down the last detail of her predicament.

Ileana told me that if I ever escaped her grasp, my aging would accelerate at a rapid rate—until my heart simply stops. We must hurry.

Lucian looked horrified. “You mean you may die any moment?”

Giselle’s eyes flooded with tears. She’d watched her deterioration quicken since leaving London and she surmised that her bewitched age was close to ninety.

Lucian’s lips quivered. He gathered her to him in a panic. “It may not seem like it, but I didn’t do well without you these years, Giselle.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.