Romance: Duke Romance: The Duke’s Search for a Wife (Marriage Romance First Time Romance Historical Romance) (Royalty Wedding Regency Romance) by Brant Rachel

Author:Brant, Rachel [Brant, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-29T18:30:00+00:00

The embers burnt low in the hearth and flickered like blades about the room. Catharina had slept soundly for many hours but was suddenly and urgently awake and in desperate need of a pee.

In the dark she stumbled about, banging into things and stubbing her bastard bloody toe on everything and anything. With more than a shiver of nerves she steeled herself and finding the flashlight that he had left for her, picked her way delicately up the ladder to where she hoped the bathroom might be.

On the way back down she thought she heard the sound of an engine revving. And a headlight filled the room with momentary light. But it wasn’t a car, it was a bike.

That’s funny, she thought, there didn’t seem to be any other house around here for miles, so natural curiosity got the eventual better of her fear and she grabbed her shawl and stupid heels and headed for the door.

She stood and watched, the bright silver moon presiding over the crisp ice of the Yorkshire night – all the mist had now lifted and it was an extremely cold night.

Nothing to see here and silly of her to be standing about catching a chill in this temperature. Catharina was just about to open the door when another sound stopped her dead. It was like some sort of a growl.

Unable to see anything, she clutched the side of the cottage and peered around. There were scraping noises coming from along the road. Then another sound, but more muted this time and more like a moan. She was still not sure if it was human or an animal but it was incredibly eerie.

Of course there were bound to be things roaming the moors at this time of night – like a dog perhaps – did cats growl? The sound came again. Catharina pulled back and sharply inhaled the sharp winter air until it hurt her lungs as the snow caught thickly on her hair.

Didn’t really snow in England huh?

Against her better judgment Catharina decided that this required further investigation and trotted carefully across the snow laden road. Stilettos weren’t exactly ideal, but a lifetime of wearing them whilst carrying a few extra pounds meant she knew better than most how to balance nimbly and - added advantage - they were so tall they kept her feet dry.

A sight made her jaw drop wide open. A chink of moonlight revealed a shape – large, dark, but way too thick and tall to be human, dragging what looked like a huge sheet of metal across the dirt track road, pushing the snow along with it quite swiftly.

Very swiftly in fact, it moved remarkably quickly for something that was so big and lumbering. Although in the distance, it appeared to be moving towards her – at some speed. One thing was for certain, it sure wasn’t any cat!

For a moment, she froze in total horror, petrified in the full glare of the snowy road. She had walked further than she had thought away from the cottage, but now urgently wanted to get back there.

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