No
matter how hard she tried, Angelique Limoges found sleep impossible. Why had
she been chosen as a queen candidate? It wasn’t going well at all. It seemed
every decision she’d made so far had been wrong.
The
soft, almost inaudible, sound of music drew her out of her bed. She threw a
robe over her nightgown and slipped into the cool evening. She heard the soft
sound of Lumiale playing his harp.
She closed her eyes, transfixed by the gentle sound.
A pair
of arms embraced her from behind. Oscar? she thought. It seemed like something
the flirtatious guardian would do. She wanted to reprimand him for his
boldness, but something stopped her.
“You
couldn’t sleep either?” a voice whispered in her ear.
Not
Oscar. “Randy?”
He
brushed his lips against the side of her neck. “I’m glad you were here.”
She
relaxed in his strong arms. Somehow, as the harp music drifted over them, she
knew something was beginning. . .
No comments:
Post a Comment