The Duke’s Unwilling Bride by Vivian Murdoch EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Vivian Murdoch
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: Regency Historical Romance
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Publish Date: March 23, 2023
Teresa
Cold.
Desolate.
Alone.
THE WORDS THRUM through my head in an endless refrain as I place my hand
against the frosty glass, letting the chill seep into me. But I don’t feel it.
Everything is numb, hollow, and so desperately fractured as I stare down at
what should be a wintry tableau.
The glare of the sun is muted somehow, as if the skies themselves feel the
sorrow of my soul and thus hide the light, refusing to allow it to intrude on
the melancholy of my thoughts. For a moment, I look to and fro, refusing to
glance upon what’s causing my heart so much agony. But I cannot look away
forever.
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I can’t play these childish games in my mind. As a girl on the cusp of
becoming a woman, soon to possibly go into heat, I must put away such
frivolity and face my problems head-on. And so, despite the tugging of my
heartstrings, I turn my gaze downward, staring at the large carriage, poised to
leave.
My lady’s maid glances up at me from in front of the door leading into
the infernal coach waiting to whisk her from my side. Her eyes widen for a
moment before she blinks the snow away. Or is it her tears? From here, I
can’t tell, though my heart whispers the truth to me in such blatant tones.
And that’s when I feel it. The painful thump of the useless organ beating
beneath my breastbone. When Father died, I thought my heart went with him,
buried beneath the ground where it can no longer pain me; however, just
standing here, my fingers clenched into a fist at my side while the other hand
splays against the glass in a silent pleading for her to stay, I know it still
resides, ever-beating, ever-feeling, ever-agonizing.
Even now, her scent fades from within my nostrils, and soon, I know I’ll
not be able to remember it. It’s funny how that works. Even with my
heightened sense of smell, some scents just won’t stay. If only there was a
way to bottle them.
With Father, it’s simple. Just one smell of his pipe, and I’ll be transported
back. But with my lady’s maid, Mary? What can I smell to bring her back?
It’s not as if she has anything remarkable about her she’s leaving behind.
With the way my cousin Asher, now the current Earl of Middlehey, is
cleaning house, she’s lucky to leave with the clothes on her back.
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