Forever Magic by T.M. Cromer

Author:T.M. Cromer [Cromer, T.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fae Press

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Leonie Foucher had waited patiently for her chance to escape Harold Beecham’s clutches every day for the five months he’d held her captive. Less than a month ago, he’d brought her news of her mother’s death at the hands of her cousins, and the grief nearly sent her over the edge into madness. If she hadn’t suspected it was his intent all along—to hone her into a grief-stricken, vengeful weapon to use against Alastair—she might have been easier to manipulate. As it was, she was fairly certain Alastair Thorne had had no choice. He didn’t strike her as a man who would kill indiscriminately.

She remembered him as a kind man. Granted, one who didn’t suffer fools lightly, but in all the times he visited her mother in the past, he’d shown nothing but affection for their small family. His visits were less frequent since Aurora Fennell-Thorne had fallen into her stasis. He’d once explained to Leonie he felt the need for hands-on care. He didn’t like to leave his Rorie alone for long periods of time. This, she understood. When Armand had fallen ill the one and only time in his young life, she never left his side except to sleep, and only then because her mother was there to care for him in her stead. No, Alastair wasn’t cruel, and he wouldn’t have killed or had Delphine killed for no reason.

Armand. Her boy. How she missed him! Without her mother, Leonie feared he’d been thrust into a foster care system. Small for his age, he might suffer at the hands of bullies and the like. Mother had parted ways with her sister, Rachelle, early on in life. Leonie was doubtful anyone would know to contact her aunt to help with Armand. Her heart ached for her son.

The door cracked open, and one of the night guards entered. Matthew. Tension eased from her shoulders as he smiled her way. Tall, he had the muscular makeup of a bodybuilder. With his mussed blond hair and his carefree smile, he’d found a place in her heart. Not that she’d ever let him know because she couldn’t be certain this wasn’t another ploy of Harold’s to get her to do what he wanted.

Matt paused in front of her, a dinner tray in his hands. “You look sad.”

“Nothing like stating the obvious.” She shrugged and shifted to take the food. “I miss my son. I don’t know what’s happened to him since Mother’s… death.” Clearing her throat, she set the metal tray on the table. “Anyway, thank you for dinner. You may go.”

She felt more than heard his approach. Her nerve endings became live wires.

“Do you want me to see what I can find out?”

Boy, did she ever. Again, she gave a delicate shrug. “What can either of us really do for Armand while I’m here? I don’t know if it would torture me more to know if he was handed over to the State or not.”

“Leonie, look at me.”

Unable to comply with his request, she removed the tops to the dishes then replaced them.

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