Se connecterThe main course arrived with great ceremony, roasted pheasant with herbs and root vegetables, accompanied by freshly baked bread that filled the air with its rich aroma. My stomach growled despite my anxiety, and I realised I hadn't eaten much since breakfast."You need to eat," Thomas murmured beside me. "Keep your strength up."I nodded and took a tentative bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, rosemary, thyme, and something else I couldn't quite place. It was exactly as I remembered from that other life, down to the way the meat fell off the bone."Ava," I said quietly, leaning toward my friend. "When you said you felt like you'd been here before, have you been having any dreams lately? Strange ones?"She paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. "Actually, yeah. Really vivid ones. About this place, I think. There's always this girl with long dark hair who looks kind of like you, and she's always crying about something." Ava's brow furrowed. "Why?"My heart started racing. "Wha
As we walked toward the dining hall, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs Hargrove was watching us from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The château's corridors seemed to whisper with memories of the past, and I wondered if we were walking toward our deaths all over again.Thomas pulled me into his arms, “I can’t take this anymore.” He said planting another kiss to my lips but this time I melted into it.I felt myself surrender to the kiss, all my doubts momentarily forgotten as Thomas's lips moved against mine. There was something desperate in the way he held me, as if he feared I might disappear if he let go. When we finally broke apart, I found myself breathless, my heart hammering against my ribs."Sorry," he whispered, though his eyes told me he wasn't sorry at all. "I just... if something happens tonight, I need you to know how I really feel.""This is getting sickeningly romantic," Louis muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. "Can we focus
"You made it," he said, crossing the room in three long strides. He took my hands in his, examining me as if checking for injuries. "Any problems?""Other than being assigned to my old bedroom? No." I shivered despite the warmth of the room. "It's exactly the same, Thomas. The windows, the view of the garden, everything.""This isn't a coincidence," Louis said, closing the library doors behind us. "Mrs Hargrove arranged all of this. The room assignments, the timing, she's recreating what happened."Thomas nodded grimly. "But why? What does she gain from killing us again?""Revenge," I suggested. "If she couldn't have you in that life, maybe she thinks she can in the next one.""Or she's trying to break some kind of cycle," Louis said, moving to one of the bookshelves. "These diaries Ava mentioned, we need to find them."I wandered deeper into the library, running my fingers along the spines of ancient books. The smell of old leather and paper was intoxicating, familiar. "They wouldn't
Ava shrugged. "Just that they were in love, despite it being an arranged marriage. And something about a prophecy? Mrs Hargrove said Lady Serenity wrote about a dream where she foresaw their deaths but couldn't prevent it."My skin prickled with goosebumps. I had never written about any prophecy, at least, not that I remembered. But if Mrs. Hargrove had the diaries, she could have altered them, or fabricated content entirely."We need to see those diaries," I whispered to Thomas. "The real ones, not whatever version Mrs Hargrove is presenting.""Ladies and gentlemen," Mrs Hargrove's voice crackled through the speakers again. "If you look to your right, you'll get your first glimpse of Château Beaumont."I turned to the window, and my heart nearly stopped. There it was, rising from the forest like something out of a fairy tale, or a nightmare. Stone towers reached toward the darkening sky, and even from this distance, I could make out the distinctive arched windows of the east wing. Th
"What are they saying?" I asked, though I could guess."Nothing worth repeating," he muttered, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Just the same garbage from three years ago."I felt a strange mixture of sympathy and vindication. "Now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end."His eyes met mine, filled with genuine regret. "I do. And I'm sorry, Serenity. I was an idiot."The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard. This wasn't the arrogant, dismissive Thomas I'd known for years. This was someone else, or maybe the person he'd always been beneath the facade.“Well, one thing is for sure, we’ve gotta work out what this is between us, I guess. But we’ve gotta also make it back home again in one piece would be nice to deal with the fall out of that kiss.” I said noticing the hurt in Ava’s eyes Thomas’s friends knew of our father’s agreement but I had never told my own friends, “Ava I never said anything about the agreement because I thought Thomas would brake it off as for his
"I remember something about papers," Louis whispered, leaning across Thomas. "Documents that my father, or whoever he was back then, wanted to get his hands on. Something about land rights or inheritance."The memory clicked into place, sharp and clear. "The marriage contract," I breathed. "It wasn't just a marriage. It was a merger of lands. My family's estate bordered yours, Thomas. There was water access on our side, mining rights on yours."Thomas nodded slowly, his eyes distant. "And Louis's family wanted it all. They'd been trying to buy both properties for years.""But my sister," Louis said, his voice catching. "Violet had nothing to do with any of that. She was innocent."Thomas did something I wasn’t quite expecting he put his hand over mine his fingers interlacing with mine making me look down at our joined hands making my face heat.“Well the old woman said that Violet was in love with Thomas maybe as much as I was in that life time she looked to be maybe a handmaiden? Whe







