I have just picked up Celeste Bradley's The Spy from the library and I am absolutely in love with it and making plans to order it off of amazon. I immediately wanted to get started on a story for one of James' sisters and after some deliberation, I realized it wasn't yet time to introduce Anne's story. However, that does leave Jacquette as a possibility. I can't get fully into her story yet, as I still need to wrap up things with Jane and James (she'll pop in at the end and then we can start on her story). I thought I'd give you a treat though, and write up this little prologue and give you a taste of what's to come.
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As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Much love, Cat
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Prologue
There he was again! Would the insufferable man never cease following her? Across eras, across continents, as soon as she had established herself and begun to grow comfortable in her new surroundings, there he was, her own personal plague, her own her personal demon, sent to torment her seemingly for all of eternity.
"Cherie," he murmured, taking her hand in his and bowing over it, allowing his lips to gently brush the tender skin on the back of her hand between her thumb and index finger.
She steeled herself against feeling anything. "What is it that you want?" she asked.
"Jacquette, is that any way to treat an old friend? We were once close, you and I," he reminded her, keeping his hand gently wrapped around hers, stroking his thumb along the delicate line of one finger.
Unbidden, memories flooded back of being held in his arms as he whispered to her huskily about how beautiful she was, how he treasured her above all others. Heat crept up her neck as she remembered his hands on her, his lips, the way he used to worship her body with his own. Closing her eyes and drawing in a sharp breath she suppressed her longings. "That was a long time ago. Anything I once felt for you died when I realized you were incapable of returning my feelings," she said coldly.
"Jacquette, I have changed. Things are different now. How many years will it take for you to forgive me?" he questioned, frustrated at her unwillingness to give in to what they both knew was true. "You are my cealaltă jumătate, darling. We are meant for each other."
Jacquette laughed bitterly. "You haven't changed at all. And you never will. I was foolish to believe even for a moment that...but it doesn't matter. I will wait as long as it takes to find a man who will treat me as his equal, who will be able to open himself to true emotion instead of trying to fulfill some doctrine of existence."
She tore her hand from his.
"Goodbye for now, my love," he whispered to the empty air as he watched her disappear across the ballroom.