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A tease from book 2 - The Colonial
Aiden entered a small courtyard. There were no exterior lights here but he could see just fine. Lying in the back corner of the courtyard was a woman. Aiden stopped to listen. He heard the steady beat of her heart but breathing was shallow. He walked up next to her. Despite the bruising and swelling of her face, she was lovely. Her dress was ripped and her panties lay discarded on the ground.
A memory crept up from Aiden’s subconscious and blindsided him. It was the memory of the letter that he received from Emeline informing him of Abigail’s death. He had not been a witness to the aftermath of Abigail’s beating but was pretty sure she looked just like the woman lying here. The thought made his heart ache.
Aiden leaned down and spoke gently, “Miss, can you hear me?” There was no response. He tried one more time, “Miss, I’m going to pick you up and take you to the hospital.” Still the woman did not respond.
He gently picked her up cradling her like a baby against his chest. She was definitely smaller than she looked. He stood up and turned to walk back down the drive when the woman in his arms spoke, “Aiden…” she whispered.
Stunned, Aiden stopped. He looked down at the woman in his arms. He was positive that they had never met before. He leaned into her neck and sniffed. Underneath the blood was the smallest hint of another scent… cinnamon.
Aiden rocked back on his heels and almost fell over. After 140 years Abigail had finally returned.
A memory crept up from Aiden’s subconscious and blindsided him. It was the memory of the letter that he received from Emeline informing him of Abigail’s death. He had not been a witness to the aftermath of Abigail’s beating but was pretty sure she looked just like the woman lying here. The thought made his heart ache.
Aiden leaned down and spoke gently, “Miss, can you hear me?” There was no response. He tried one more time, “Miss, I’m going to pick you up and take you to the hospital.” Still the woman did not respond.
He gently picked her up cradling her like a baby against his chest. She was definitely smaller than she looked. He stood up and turned to walk back down the drive when the woman in his arms spoke, “Aiden…” she whispered.
Stunned, Aiden stopped. He looked down at the woman in his arms. He was positive that they had never met before. He leaned into her neck and sniffed. Underneath the blood was the smallest hint of another scent… cinnamon.
Aiden rocked back on his heels and almost fell over. After 140 years Abigail had finally returned.
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