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“Harriet…” That ethereal voice drew her from sleep again. She opened her eyes and saw lightning flash against the windowpanes. The lamp on the side table burned low, illuminating the pearl-adorned curtains. She was in the Pearl Room, wearing a sheer nightgown of fine silk.
How had she gotten here? Why was she alone? Hadn’t she fallen asleep in Redmond’s arms in the library? Disappointment settled in a pit in her stomach. She had hoped that Redmond would have stayed with her after what transpired between them.
“Harriet…” The mournful call of her name lifted the hairs on the back of her neck.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her body shaking as lightning flashed once more and thunder crashed against the manor house, making the bed frame rumble around her.
The pearls winked and sparkled like
