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.Ramsey had converted into a garage, so I assumed Damien parked his car there—or had his driver park it for him.I shook my head in disbelief at the abundance of his wealth.I had been concentrating pretty hard that day, I thought.While I hadn’t consciously thought to make him wealthy, I did want him to have everything he hadn’t had in his past life.He was out the front door and down the steps before I could get out of the car, opening the door for me and helping me up.He looked down at me, a frown on his face.“Emmeline, do you always walk around half naked?” he asked, a stern look in his eyes.I looked down at my shorts.The weatherman had forecasted eighty-eight degrees as the high, and my shorts weren’t that short.All in all, I thought my sleeveless white top, khaki shorts, and sandals were entirely respectable unless you were very old fashioned.And besides, it was the only clean outfit I had.In all the excitement of his return, I’d forgotten the more mundane parts of my life, like laundry.I looked at him, amused.Hadn’t I found his old-fashioned ways charming last night?“Surely you’ve seen other girls in the last week, Damien…This can’t be that much of a surprise to you,” I said.“Yes, but Emmeline, I’m not going to marry any of those girls,” he explained.“It isn’t…” He searched for a word that wouldn’t hurt my feelings.“Let’s go in,” I answered, halting the flow of his thoughts.“There’s a lot we need to talk about.”He followed me up the stairs, and we entered the front door, which opened to a spectacular cathedral ceiling and a large, central winding staircase.I’d remembered how it looked, of course, but I still stood in awe, gazing up at the massive chandelier’s rows of iridescent, cascading crystals.“It’s rather small,” he apologized.Was he serious?“Small?” I asked.It was huge.On the other hand, he’d been used to living in a castle, so I guess, compared to that, it was small.I laughed again, giddy just to be with him.He took my hand and led me from the main entrance to a smaller, more intimate sitting room.On the opposite side of the room, French doors led off to the veranda, and light filled every space.We sat down beside each other on a settee adjacent to the fireplace.The room was filled with antiques, some of them rare and priceless.Mr.Ramsey had been known for his antiques almost as well as he had for the miles of landscaped gardens surrounding the estate.I wondered where he was now.“How did you manage to have him sell the house with all the furniture?” I asked.“As I said before, Conrad can be very persuasive.I left everything to him,” Damien said, seemingly unfazed by all that surrounded him.I wondered how it looked to his eyes.These pieces were old, but not eight hundred years old.And décor had definitely changed over the centuries.I was interested to meet this Conrad, grateful he’d taken such good care of Damien, but I knew it would have to wait.I knew we needed to get started learning about each other in this new life we’d found together—Damien’s comments about my dress, or lack of it, was just a small sign of how far we had to go.But where should we start? There was so much for him to learn.I looked down at my hands, not knowing where to begin.Damien started.“Emmeline, you said before that you’d died.So how are you here? Were you able to work an enchantment before she killed you?” he asked.“Not exactly.Damien, I’m a different person.Well no, that’s not entirely true, I am the same person you knew, but I was reborn in a different time and place.Here I am Emily St.Clair—the girl you found—but that’s not a fake name.I am Emily St.Clair.”“No, you’re Emmeline de Vere,” he protested, not understanding.“Yes, I know who I was.But I died, Damien.Lamia threw me into the water, and I drowned.There was no magic then, no spells.Emmeline de Vere died that day.”I could tell it was taking a moment for this to sink in.“I don’t understand,” he said.This was going to be the tricky part.“Damien, you know that I’m a witch.”He looked stern at this but didn’t let go of holding my hand.“So what you are saying is that you were…reincarnated?” he asked slowly, not quite taking my meaning.“Yes.I started having dreams several months ago, nightmares about what had happened but also happy visions of us, of you.That’s what began this.I thought you were contacting me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]