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why, but she thought it was probably worse. A cold, inescapable fear filled her body. Gooseflesh rose on her arms. She shivered. She couldn’t see the end of the room, but a faint shaft of light streamed in from a small opening in the curtains. The light ray shifted. Not once, but twice.
    Katherine covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. She tried to calm her growing sense of dread, hoping… saying it was only the maid, but she knew it wasn’t. She just knew whatever or whoever it was had to be horrible. She could feel it. She judged the distance across the room, trying to decide which would serve her better, fight or flight?
    She chose flight.
    Katherine sprang from the bed; her bare feet barely touching the rug as she leapt to the door. She grabbed the handle and ripped the door open. Bolting through, her heart hammered in her chest as she rounded the corner at full speed. She turned to see if someone was chasing her and ran directly into a hard, unyielding object.
    Katherine’s flight for freedom ended abruptly. It was too much; darkness enveloped her once more.

What was lost, could be found
    She was back. How could that even be possible? Sebastian took the stairs two at a time, just like the last time he saw her. Except now, he ran towards her, instead of away. His mind was reeling; still too muddy from the alcohol to fully understand what was happening. Milford, his man, had awoken him, yelling something about “Marguerite has returned.” Sebastian was in no mood for his valet-butler’s humorless jokes. However, Milford was not kidding; he was deadly serious. Being so caught up in his own thoughts, Sebastian could not believe what he was seeing.
    A flurry of white rounded the corner with long, dark hair flying behind. He couldn’t move fast enough. The girl hit him with such force; he lost his footing and tumbled backward. He strained to move, but she was dead weight. He tried again; bloody hell, how drunk was he? He was not a weakling by any standards but still could not budge the girl.
    The last time he saw Marguerite, she was no more than skin and bones. As he pushed against her now, he could see that was not the case any longer. Was she really ever that skinny? Or did she look that way because her gowns were always so large? He tried to remember, but he couldn’t recall ever looking at her… really.
    His head hurt like hell from slamming into the floor. He was stuck. “MILFORD!” Sebastian yelled as loudly as he could. He heard footsteps approaching where he lay.
    “Good heavens, my lord, what has happened?” Milford inquired, a tinge of laughter, sounding in his voice.
    Sebastian looked up towards Milford’s face. His eyes were tearing up. Rolling his eyes, he ground out, “Get her off me.”
    Milford rolled her slightly to one side. It was enough for Sebastian to get out from under her body. Standing up, he looked down at the girl lying on the floor.
    “What happened?” Milford asked.
    “She ran into me,” Sebastian said, stating the obvious.
    “Why?” Milford asked, looking thoughtful and crossing his arms as though he were a detective investigating a crime scene.
    “How do I know?”
    Milford tapped his chin. “She must have been moving pretty fast to knock you over so easily, don’t you think?”
    “Yes. Is this line of questioning going somewhere?” Sebastian asked, annoyed.
    “Don’t you find it odd that she was running?”
    “Why, yes, Milford, I do. Don’t you?” Sebastian said in exasperation, running his hand through his dark hair. It was longer now and kept falling in his eyes. He did not spend as much time attending to his appearance as he had in the past, not since the chit ran away. It seemed like she took something from him when she left, and he didn’t want to ponder what that could be.
    “I do wonder what she was running from,” Milford added, looking perplexed. He cast his eyes warily towards the end of the hall.
    “Bloody hell, Milford, how do I know? Maybe she