Chapter Nine
March, 1914
“Help!”
Duncan turned at the sound of Leda’s scream. She stood at the other end of the room, her eyes covering her hands. The sounds of her screams filled his ears. Her distress filled the room like a blizzard. He broke into a run, his arms outstretched. She was on the window ledge now, teetering dangerously.
“Leda!” he called as he ran, but she didn’t uncover her eye. His lungs burned in his chest. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t reach her.
“Leda!” he yelled.
She was gone.
Duncan sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. He opened his eyes. Sweat poured over his forehead and chest.
He looked around, finding himself in his bed. The room was dark, and it was probably the wee hours just before dawn. A late winter snowfall pelted the windows.
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