The Untamed Heiress
THE SHRIEKING WIND whipped her tangled black hair into her eyes as the sea crashed and foamed onto the rocks behind her. Ignoring both, Helena Lambarth kept her face turned inland toward the two laborers in the field beneath the cliffs, digging steadily into the stony soil.
The grave was almost ready.
Euphoria sent her spirits swooping like gulls on an updraft. A joyous burst of laughter trilled from her throat as she finally let herself believe it.
He was truly dead. She was free.
Though she knew any sound she made should have been lost in the cacophony of surf and cawing seabirds, one of the grave diggers paused to glance up.As he raised his arm to point, the second man saw her. A look of fear passing over his face, he crossed himself and batted his companion's hand back to his shovel.An instant later the two men went back to their task with renewed vigor.
Did they think her a ghostie? Helena wondered, her lips curving in a wry smile. Or did they remember her from that grim morning nine years ago when she'd managed to escape Lambarth Castle and flee to the village, only to have a group of townsmen, deaf to her pleas for ... read full excerpt from: The Untamed Heiress ebook
