Mists of Midnight by Pillow Michelle M

Author:Pillow, Michelle M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, suspense, mystery, demon, england, historical, victorian, ghost, fate, spirit, regency, europe, paranromal, countryside, michelle pillow, mandy roth, tutor, raven books, raven happy hour, pillow, mist, spector
Publisher: The Raven Books

* * * *

A day passed under the breaking of Imogen’s heart. The sorrow of her realization was more than she could bear. But bear it she must and so she did with a non-existent smile and eyes that were too bright from her tears. She cried until her body could weep no more, until her eyes grew swollen and red.

At first she hid in her chamber, waiting for the sun to claim the land beyond her window. Its golden rays rose to force back the mists that brought nothing but pain to Rothfield Park.

When the sun delivered its relative safety, Imogen crawled from the corner of her bed. She dressed. Her mechanical actions were more a habit than self-will. Like a corpse walking lifelessly to his grave, she went through the halls. She saw nothing and no one as she found sanctuary in the library to wait for Dougal.

It was worse than if Dougal had unexpectedly died after they came together, for then she would’ve had a chance to recover her heart, and would have known his intentions toward her were honorable. But, he was dead and he had come to her under false pretenses. As a ghost, he did not have to pay the consequences of their actions. She most assuredly did.

And he had, quite possibly, used her. Only too well did she remember his desperation the night she met with Margaret in the garden. Margaret had said she didn’t want to see him and he had appeared desperate to know of her. Could it be that he searched for the child? Could it be he believed she could find the girl for him?

“Then why didn’t he just ask me?” she muttered bitterly, slapping her hands against the arm of her father’s chair. “Why go through the farce of deceiving me?”

She nervously waited out the day in the library. She had no more tears to cry. Imogen forced herself to face him. She wasn’t scared at the prospect of seeing him, just hurt that what she felt could never be. No wonder he was unable to return her sentiments of love. And the knowledge that he had never tried to trick her into loving him redeemed some of his honor.

The day turned to evening. Dougal stayed away. Imogen remained patiently in the library, not once leaving. She would watch for him out the window, never seeing him in the garden. She wondered if he would ever come again. Weakly, she fell back into her father’s chair.

“He should have told me,” stated Imogen with a biting glare directed at her pale hand.

“What?”

Imogen looked up with a gasp. The hatred melted from her icy features. Her heart broke as she saw Dougal’s handsome face. Pensively, he studied her as if waiting to see if she would fight with him. He was even farther from her now than when she believed him to be a poor tutor.

He doesn’t realize I know, thought Imogen in surprise. Swallowing, she turned her eyes away from him and said nothing.

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.