CHAPTER TWENTY
My heart gave a leap as I recalled our earlier conversation about being haunted. This face, however, wasn’t the cherubic visage of a child but that of a middle-aged man. His thick, wavy hair was combed back from his becoming face, but the cruel expression marred his good looks. The man’s dark eyes were zeroed in on Will and I didn’t like the look in them at all.
I also didn’t want to ruin the joyous mood so I stood and skirted the folk admiring my husband so I could get to the door. My roundabout way meant I was a little slow in reaching the entrance and by the time I passed the window, the man had vanished. I slipped outside into what was now a foggy night. The misty shapes of carriages were parked nearby and the drivers and stablehands made merry in the livery.
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