Chapter Seventeen
I now know why it’s called the clear light of day—suddenly what you were unsure of the previous night is now so obvious you can’t believe you didn’t see it before.
It was all clear for me now, as I galloped across the fields of the estate.
Before I’d gone to bed, Marcus had asked if I would come back after I left to make by debut in London. Naturally, I assured him that I would. In all honesty, I had now come to rely on his presence as much as he relied on mine.
In short, I realized as I rode, I’d fallen in love with my ghost.
It was ridiculous, of course. How could a person be in love with a ghost—a more hopeless romance there never was. And yet, there it was. Undeniable!
Every time I thought of him, my heart pounded. I wanted to be with him constantly and looked
