(Once Upon #6) Once Upon A Midnight by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts [Roberts, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2006-04-10T16:25:52+00:00

back of her hand. She had to come to grips with that. He’d

MIRROR, MIRROR

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warned her in the tunnel that he didn’t believe in love. He

didn’t want it, didn’t seek it, didn’t regard it.

And didn’t feel it, she realized with a painful knot in her

throat.

The problem was, she did. She loved Conor of Wor-thane.

They were different, as different as spring and winter, night

and day, sun and shadow. And she’d been a fool ever to think

there could be anything more than a meaningless, dallying kiss

between them.

Clouds shifted suddenly in the darkened sky, revealing the

full March moon. She stared at it, remembering one month

earlier when the moon had glowed full on another night: the

night of the Midnight Mirror, when she’d been shown the man

fighting for his life in the Dark Forest—the night she’d saved

Conor’s life.

She whirled from the window and hurried to the gilt table

where the Midnight Mirror rested amid her brush and combs

and baubles. Sir Henry had directed the men who’d brought

her to Grithain to bring her garments and every item a woman

might want, and someone had included the Midnight Mirror

with its amber-studded handle.

Fiona lifted it, peered into the glass, and saw her own re-

flection. Nothing more. The mirror’s face was as blank as her

own future.

It isn’t yet midnight, she reminded herself. At that moment

there was a rapping at the door.

Fiona set the mirror down, her heart beginning to hammer.

No, that couldn’t be Conor. He’d left without a word of fare-

well. Why would he come to see her the moment he returned?

It was probably Wynn or Gil, come to urge her to rejoin the

others in the great hall.

Yet somehow she knew, even as she opened the door, before

she saw him, she knew.

“There you are.” Conor’s eyes lit at the sight of her. His tall

frame seemed to fill the doorway as he took a step forward,

past the threshold, into the room. Fully recovered from his in-

juries now, he looked stronger, larger, tougher than she’d ever

seen him. And certainly every bit as handsome. Behind him

she saw Tor, sitting on his haunches, guarding the corridor.

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“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“It seems a little late for that.” She stepped back further,

aware that her knees were trembling beneath the skirt of her

gown and that her voice was unsteady. She struggled to regain

her composure, but it wasn’t easy, not now that she was seeing

him again. He looked more striking than ever in a rich plum

tunic that encased his wide shoulders. His face was clean-

shaven and lean, his eyes sharp as green spikes beneath his

thick-curled black hair.

And her heart ached at the sight of him.

She fought back the joy and the yearning, the desire to throw

her arms around him and kiss him one more time, a kiss that

would have to last her forever.

Instead she inclined her head gracefully and spoke with just

a shade of breathlessness. “Of course you are welcome. After

all you’ve done for Gil—for Grithain—you are no doubt wel-

come everywhere in Dovenbyre Castle.”

“Everywhere but here, is that it? You’re angry with me.”

She didn’t respond. Conor closed

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