Ghosts of Memories (VM 5) by Hendee Barb

Author:Hendee, Barb [Hendee, Barb]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9781101596784
Publisher: Roc
Published: 2012-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

Christian stared at the letter. Less than an hour later, he booked passage on a ship heading south toward France.

He crossed France on land and made it to Florence as fast as he could, going straight through to the villa. His own sense of loyalty, of protection, surprised him, but he was not leaving Demetrio to some murdering son of Angelo’s.

When he reached the villa, however, it was quiet, and he went in the back door, climbing the steps and going through the dining room to the terrace. The feeling of darkness was pressing all around him now, and he walked slowly toward the terrace upon seeing Cristina’s dress and Demetrio’s suit on the floor. Small piles of blowing dust filled and surrounded the clothes, and Christian sank to his knees. They were already gone. Dead long before he’d reached this place.

But his sorrow lasted only a few moments, and then some of Demetrio’s last words passed through his mind.

Julian’s presence cannot be felt, and he is coming from the darkness to take our heads. I do not know how he is finding us with such ease and haste.

Christian stood up. He had a fairly good idea of how Julian was finding everyone, and this house was listed in Angelo’s book.

Christian ran.

He fled across Italy and France. Then he crossed the channel and moved up the west coast of England in order to book passage on a ship sailing to Boston. He knew that the elite of Europe normally sailed out of England, as Liverpool now offered several lines providing “comfortable” travel for those who could afford it. He had enough money with him for the ticket and probably for the price of a week in a decent hotel when he got to Boston…but after that, he had no idea what he was going to do. He knew no one in America, had no connections and no one to introduce him into society.

Sitting in the silence of his cabin that first night, he was afraid.

He never forgot the first time he saw Ivory Daniels.

For one thing…she was breaking into someone else’s cabin. Not that theft was so unusual, but she was so young and fresh, wearing a flowing white gown, with her blond hair piled up on her head. She looked like an angel.

It was his second night on board, and he was heading down a passageway. He’d just started to turn a corner when he saw her and stopped.

Something about the tight stance of her body made him pause, and he pulled back slightly. Then she took a thin tool from her bag, glanced around furtively, and picked the lock.

She hadn’t spotted him.

He waited a few moments and then made his way quietly to the cracked door. Peeking inside, he saw her rummaging through a travel chest, careful not to disturb much. She was reading letters and looking at photos, but she wasn’t stealing anything.

More than curious now, he reached out to read her surface thoughts.

There must be more than this here.

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