Beau and the Beastess by Bethany Lopez

Author:Bethany Lopez [Lopez, Bethany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B074SGVX7B
Published: 2017-08-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Beau

Beau wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying on the cot in his unlocked dungeon, he was pretty sure he’d dozed off a couple times, but Annabelle had respected his wishes and left him alone.

He couldn’t get the vision of that young girl on her horse out of his head, and although he knew she’d stop at nothing to reverse the curse that she believed had been put on her, Beau couldn’t help but wonder if Annabelle was telling the truth.

Maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, that he’d finally have the answer of where he’d come from and who he’d been before he woke up that day.

Did he have a family?

How did he go blind?

Was the place in his dream a memory and not just a dream?

Maybe he was as crazy as Annabelle, but she’d raised enough questions to give him a spark of hope.

The question was, what could they do about it?

Rising from the cot, Beau moved his neck in circles to work out the kinks then walked gingerly out of the dungeon and back up the stairs.

The house felt still, as if it were still night and all the servants were asleep. Beau wondered where the liquor was kept in this place…he’d kill for a drink right now. He’d have to ask the next person he came across to give him a tour of the house.

Being independent was something that had been important to him since he realized he was blind. Knowing where everything was located would normally be his first priority when arriving somewhere new. He didn’t like people waiting on him, rather choosing to get things for himself, but since he’d been brought here, he’d felt like the prisoner that he was. If Annabelle wanted him to see her as anything other than a monster, that would have to change.

Low strains of music had him turning and heading in a direction of the house that he hadn’t yet explored.

Chopin Waltz No. 10 in B minor…

Beau’s mother had enrolled him in dance lessons when he was a younger, thinking it would help him with movement and grace as he got used to being blind, and it had, although he’d never thanked her for it. When you were seventeen and blind, taking dance lessons was the last thing in the world you wanted to do.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Annabelle asked as he walked over the threshold into what he assumed was the music room she’d spoken of.

“No, not at all,” Beau replied, redirecting to move toward the sound of her voice.

When he was close enough to hear her breathing, he stated, “Chopin.”

“My coming out dance was supposed to be to this…the waltz. I practiced for week, but was sent away before I got to dance it.” He could tell it was a record playing, but the soft bits of static intermingled with the music.

Annabelle’s voice was wrought with emotion, and without thought, Beau reached for her hand, felt that now familiar shock at their first touch, and led her to what he hoped was the center of the floor.

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