The Unwilling Viscount and the Vixen by Munro Shelley

Author:Munro, Shelley [Munro, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: historical gothic romance
Publisher: Munro Press
Published: 2019-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

13 – Clifftop Drama And Witches

How long until morning?

Lucien tugged at the neck of his linen shirt, trying to ease the tightness as he stared at the English mouse in bemusement. Like a hangman’s noose, he decided with a flash of black humor.

“Well?”

She was pushy and oblivious to fear. Lucien still couldn’t get past the fact his scarred face did nothing to scare her off. Most women turned away when they spied his damaged cheek. Even men averted their gaze, but not his English mouse.

The weight of a stare told him she was watching him. Again. Slowly, he turned. Her lips looked soft and pink in the candlelight. The taste of her mouth simmered in his memory.

“You need sleep,” he murmured, still eyeing her lips and tempted to act on his urges. “You’ll rest better if I sleep in the dressing room.” With that decided, he stepped toward his dressing room.

He couldn’t leave! She wouldn’t let him. Not when she was so close to finding out what went on between a man and wife in their bedroom. She tossed back the covers and jumped off the bed. He was not sleeping in the dressing room.

Rosalind seized his arm and planted her feet on the floor like an anchor. Her hand connected with the warm, smooth skin of his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Images formed, and she let them flow. She embraced them and was pleasantly surprised. Instead of the face of the woman, she saw her own. Rosalind closed her eyes, concentrating hard, savoring the vision. Her heart sang at the victory, although it was a small one.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me.” Lucien sounded tortured. A tinge of shame surfaced, but not enough to halt the fight for her marriage. Not enough to stop her determination to jolt Lucien from his lonely corner. She was alone too. They needed each other. Her hand dropped from his arm. “You’re my husband.”

“I’m not a good one.” Lucien turned to her. His face blazed with passion, with pain. “I was married before.” His voice caught, and she saw his throat work.

From her visions, she knew of the other woman, but hearing him talk of his wife made her seem more real and a threat. A spurt of jealousy raced through Rosalind, but not enough to kill her thirst for knowledge freely given. “What happened?”

“She died.” His face appeared carved with pain. “It was my fault.”

Without hesitation, Rosalind reached to comfort him. She grabbed his waist and fell against his chest, so he had to catch her. Impressions bombarded her. It was as if the dam had burst, releasing slivers of the past. Emotions, both heartfelt and painful, rushed through her mind like towering waves during a storm. Tumultuous. Powerful. She struggled to turn thoughts into words.

“Why?” She grimaced against his shirt at the inadequate response. Lucien blamed himself for the death. Yet she knew her husband to be a caring man, one who worked tirelessly in the village, a man who took the time to play with the village children.

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