Bedeviled (The Haunting of Castle Keyvnor Book 2) by Kate Pearce & Deb Marlowe & Michelle Willingham

Author:Kate Pearce & Deb Marlowe & Michelle Willingham [Pearce, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781310198922
Publisher: Ava Stone Inc
Published: 2016-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

The next morning, Tamsyn was still deep in thought. She’d been much affected by all that Gryff had said last night—she just wasn’t sure he’d got any of it right.

She waited impatiently for the maid to finish her hair. Marjorie would be sure to have insight into Gryff’s opinion, and if anyone knew Tamsyn, it was her next oldest sister.

But Marjorie was occupied with her friend Jane Hawkins. Jane was a sweet girl, a friend to them all, but closest with Marjorie. Tamsyn joined her sister in bolstering the girl’s confidence and in convincing her to wear a borrowed gown, and then trooped down to breakfast with her family.

Too caught up in her own musings, however, she couldn’t concentrate fully on the conversation. She felt like she’d reached a crossroads—been dragged to it, in fact, and not at her own choosing—and felt more than a little irate about it.

She felt like she had to choose between two versions of herself. Was Gryff right? Was she no more than a delicate doll, meant to be promenaded before the ton, then pampered for the rest of her life?

Hogwash. She was a bruising rider, a tireless dancer. She’d seen a ghost yesterday and talked with it! And she thought she’d handled the sudden onset of this new, uncanny ability quite well. She hadn’t run screaming through the castle—

Well, she’d run once, but she hadn’t screamed. Nor had she blurted the truth to everyone and got herself sent to Bedlam.

Gryff was wrong about her. Wasn’t he?

Yes, by heavens. He was. She was as stalwart and steady as he. As worthy of a life in Cornwall as he—

“Tamsyn? Tamsyn?”

She looked up.

Marjorie frowned at her. “Did you hear me? A group of us is going to walk into the village this morning. Would you care to join us?”

Blinking, she shook her head. “No, thank you. But I do hope you will all enjoy yourselves.”

She had serious matters to attend to. She was going to prove herself. And she was going to start by mastering her new . . . talent. Take control of it, rather than the other way around.

A footman cleared his throat and she realized that she was the last one at the table. Rising, she gathered her shawl about her and left the dining room—and found her father in the corridor outside.

“Father, you look as distracted as I feel.”

He started. “Oh, yes. Good morning, Tamsyn.”

Did he not realize that they’d just breakfasted together? “Woolgathering, Father?”

“What? No. No. I’m just thinking of all that I have to do today.”

And there it was—the truth coalescing above his head, a scene of what he’d really been thinking. It was a vision of him sitting and enjoying a cigar and a brandy, laughing with a tall, blonde gentleman. She sensed he’d enjoyed himself and looked forward to doing so again.

“Tamsyn.” He reached out to grab her arm. “Later today I’d like to introduce you to someone. In fact, I’d like all of you girls to meet him, but you and Marjorie in particular.

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