Some Enchanted Waltz: A Time Travel Romance by Silver Lily

Author:Silver, Lily [Silver, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1477682120
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-06-16T07:00:00+00:00

After dinner, the dance resumed. Adrian led Tara out to the dance floor as the strains of another waltz began. Tara wished the dance would never end, as he held her in his arms and gazed down at her with those sultry, intense grey eyes.

She felt as if they were dancing on clouds rather than polished marble. Adrian edged nearer to the windows. Before Tara could utter a protest they were exiting the ballroom and standing in the cool, night air of the garden.

He didn’t speak as he led her around the outside of the house to the French doors of the secluded parlor room. Adrian put his finger to his lips to indicate she remain silent. What was he doing? Breaking and Entering? Did he intend to steal something while his host was distracted by the ball? Tara held her protests in check as he jimmied the latch on the French doors until the lock gave way. Adrian led the way inside the dark room. Low coals were banked in the fireplace, giving the room a surreal glow. It seemed to be some sort of private sitting room, similar to Lady Fiona’s at Glengarra Castle. Tara clung to his hand, not knowing what to expect. He led her to the divan and they sat down.

As they sat facing the fireplace for several moments Tara wondered how he knew where to go in the large manor and what his purpose might be. He didn’t appear to be looking for anything, but rather waiting for someone or something to happen.

The door behind them creaked open. Tara turned about as a slim figure entered the room from the hall. Adrian put his hand over her mouth before Tara could make a sound. He slipped his other around about her and drew her firmly against him so she could not see the figure behind them.

“Light the fires, the wind is blowing from the East. March the Twelfth will be here soon enough.”

“March the Twelfth?” Adrian repeated. “The winds have failed to fan the coals. They’re growing colder by the day.”

“Oh, Bond us together, Sweet Dublin, till the long night is past. The Winds will come, rest assured, and the flames will purify the wood until even the roots are consumed with fire.”

“Should the flames ignite without the wind to feed them?” Adrian replied.

Tara wondered if he’d partaken of Jasper’s vile brew and was drunk again.

“The winds will come, but first we must ignite the flame. A salute to Captain Midnight.” The voice whispered in the eerie semi-darkness. A rush of air passed them as the odd messenger made his exit from the French doors leading outside.

Before Tara had a chance to ask him what the silly phrases meant, Adrian was atop her with his lips suffocating hers as heavy footsteps approached. The hall door burst open in a violent crash and a candelabra held aloft inside. Lord Lake, followed by two soldiers, moved closer, gazing curiously at them as they lay in a heated embrace on the sofa.

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