Chapter Eleven
April, 1914
“Ian, I love you! Don’t leave me! Leda screamed the words over and over, but Ian’s back was to her and he didn’t seem to hear. His deep, rich laughter resounded in the air.
“Ian, please!”
He didn’t turn and, instead, reached his hand out to a woman who materialized by his side. She had golden hair that flowed down her back. Leda couldn’t see her face, but when Ian looked at the woman, she could see from his profile that he was smiling.
“Ian!” Leda screamed until her lungs ached, but he wouldn’t turn.
“Ian!”
Leda sat bolt upright, her chest heaving. Since Ian had broken their engagement six weeks ago, the dream haunted her every single night.
She fell back against the pillows. Her body felt especially heavy this morning, her muscles leaden and achi
