“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone.”
Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise
Fiery light burst up into the blue patches of sky and purple-gray clouds along the high ridges of the Carpathians setting Castle Razvan ablaze. Sunrise filtered its warmth through the windows casting a buttery glow across the bed warming Dari’s bare skin, calling her from the depths of her dreams into the present, and into the morning sounds of nature’s call to rise.
Sheets and comforter, twisted and disheveled, testified to the tameless night that left Dari bathing in a comfortable sopor as she glanced out the window to the scene of morning’s arrival. Dari loved the first moment of calm and light of each day. She scooted back to feel Marius against her back only to feel emptiness. Alarm coursed through her…
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