Jenny walked along the shore, wiping the tears from her face. They fell aster than she could swipe them away. She wasn’t even sure how she made it down to the beach. She tried to focus on the feel of the sand slipping between her toes. Where were her shoes? She glanced down to see her nightgown fluttering in the sea breeze. Strange that she would wander around in her sleepwear. She looked back toward the way she had come. The lights from Castle Montague glowed brightly in the windows. Did anyone miss her or even notice she had left the grounds? Not that she cared, having no intention of marrying the Duke of Rutherford. She would run away before she would endure than horrible man’s touch. It was the twentieth century for God’s sake! Who arranged marriages anymore?
Jenny froze. Continue reading “Night Ship”