I spun at the sound of her laughter, that light giggle like gentle snow. It sent a shiver up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold weather.
I heard her, but I didn’t see her.
“Hetty?” I called out, scanning the line of spruce trees, but it was dark under their boughs, the sun already greying as it fell to the horizon, peeking out between slate clouds. I imagined eyes watching back from the gloom, eyes that were anything but human. “Henrietta?”
Another giggle, further away now, going deeper into the forest that bordered the property. Shaking my head, I glanced back toward the house. My aunt’s house. The last place where we were safe to be together. Taking us in after my parents found out about the affair, defying the threat of social scandal, she had been my rock.
I huffed out a breath, shaking my head. I could hardly leave Hetty out here on her own.
“Henrietta, slow down!” I shouted as I ran after her, not knowing if she heard me as I lifted the hem of my skirt, sinking into thick snow that chilled my ankles. I ran beneath the dark trees, followed her footprints along the obscured path.
Deeper and deeper we went, and I didn’t see her. Not once. Not until I was so lost that I doubted my own ability to find the way back.
When I spotted her face watching me from between trees, it drew me up sharp. She watched me with a curious expression, her chest heaving, her skirt raised just like my own. “Hetty!”
She grinned and curtsied. “My lady.”
“Don’t my lady me, Henrietta. Come on, we need to get back to the house. It’s not safe out here.” As I drew closer, her eyes glanced up and down my body, making my skin tingle.
Her tongue darted along her bottom lip. “We are perfectly safe, Bella.”
“What do you mean?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she dropped her skirt, grabbed at my shoulders and pulled me in close. That moment of anticipation was magical, that moment before our lips touched. Despite the chill, she was warm and inviting, opening to me as we pressed closer together. My breasts crushed against hers as our tongues mingled and I squeezed my legs against the damp that threatened to break loose.
When the kiss broke, I gasped a breath. “Hetty, we can do this at the house.”
She shook her head. “I want to show you something. Come on.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but she was already turning, already running deeper into the forest, and I could do nothing but follow.
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