It wasn't my most fashionable dress, but anyone who called for me at nine o-clock in the bloody morning would have to take what he was given.
Alyxandra HarveyMe own mam saw things," he said, looking at the fire as if she might be there behind it. "And they always came true. She didn't say anything about spirits. She just called it the Second Sight. Said it was hereditary and dangerous sometimes,if you didn't take care."
"Do you have it? Do you see things?"
He shook his head.
"Colin." If he thought I was going to be fobbed off with a vague reply, the day's events had clearly addled his wits. He had to know I had no intention of letting this lie.
"She told me about a girl with violet eyes," he said quietly, rising to his feet.
I looked up at him, startled. "She did?"
"Aye." He nodded. "I should go." He stalked toward the door, opening it slightly to make sure the hallway was deserted. His hair was still damp, tousled. I couldn't help but remember the weight of his body pressing me into the grass.
"Colin?" I said quietly.
"I have to go." He didn't turn around.
The door closed behind him.
We'd been waltzing and eating tea cakes with a murderer.
Alyxandra HarveyI blinked at him. "What does salt have to do with any of this?"
"It protects you from evil."
"Salt?" Disbelief all but dripped from my voice. I couldn't help it. "Table salt? How is seasoning myself going to help? This isn't a dinner party.
Finally, my mother's training will be put to good use. Never mind finding an eligible bachelor, I mean to find a murderer.
Alyxandra HarveyAnd though Xavier was handsome and well-to-do, he had one major flaw.
He wasn't Colin.
I hauled myself over as if I were mounting a horse. Which I'd never actually done before.
Needless to say, it was hardly a graceful affair.
The sound of carriage wheels and horses was faint,seeming more distant than they actually were. Drops of water clung to the wool of my dress and my cloak, the men dragging in the grass. We were in a soft cocoon.It might have been romantic.
If it wasn't for all the dead bodies.
And the faint scratch of a footstep.
He shrugged one shouler, looked away. "It's not so bad,not really."
"Why do you stay?" I asked quietly. "Is it because your mother mentioned me?"
"I knew I shouldn't have told you that," he muttered.
"What did she say, Colin?"
He didn't answer right away.
"Colin?"
He sighed, raked a hand through his hair. "She spoke of a girl with violet eyes.That's all."
"Do you still miss her?"
"Aye." He came closer.
"Is that why you stay? To honor her memory? Even though my mother is horrid?"
His eyes locked onto mine. "I stay for you, Violet."
I suddenly felt warm all over. "For me?
You are beautiful as always, Violet," he murmured. His parents smiled at us from where they sat sipping wine. There. Every single one of us was smiling.
It was all very pleasant, even if my cheeks were starting to hurt.
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