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everyone keep reminding me of that small, inconsequential fact?” he murmured enigmatically.
    “Because, fact it is.”
    “Well, not for much longer. I shall send word to the priest this night and we will be married by sunrise.”
    “We are still to be married?” she asked in a small voice, not entirely sure what answer she feared hearing the most. Inside her all was confusion, but the one thing she seemed to know for sure was that she was glad Robert hadn’t fled when he had found out about the first of her dark secrets.
    He smiled a little and stepped closer. He picked up her small hands in his larger one, engulfing it with his calloused strength.
    “I have pledged my honor on it. You are now my honor.”
    Her brow crinkled in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
    He lifted his forefinger and clumsily massaged the frown out of existence. “You don’t have to understand. It is fact.”
    She felt his warm breath on the back of her hand as he lifted it to his lips, felt the moisture as they brushed over it, and she realized with dawning amazement that in the welter of emotions that filled her there was no repulsion at this man’s touch. She was confused, excited, frightened and bewildered, but she felt no revulsion. She absorbed that realization with dazed amazement.
    “Until dawn, my lady,” Robert said with a gravely voice that played over her nerve endings. Then suddenly the room was empty, emptier than it had ever been before.
    She raised the back of her hand to her lips and felt her first kiss.
    “Oh, Brother dear, what is it you do now?” she whispered.
     
    Imogen spent the night before her wedding in vigil. After Mary had prepared her for bed, Imogen sat in front of the fire and waited.
    She waited for the terrors.
    They were almost like old friends, the terrors. They had always been her companion, even when she’d had sight. She had always been afraid of the dark.
    Nothing her parents had done could convince her that the dark held nothing that the light didn’t. Each night she would curl herself into a tight ball and wait for the sleep of exhaustion to finally claim her.
    Then came the day when a darkness descended that would never end. The terrors had stalked her day and night. At first she had been beyond coping, but time had taught her to keep them at bay, she had learned to shut her mind away from its own phantasms.
    Still the fears grew, joined by dark memories of pain and the causing of that pain.
    So now she waited alone in her room, waited for the memories to come. She curled up on the rug, feeling the fire on her face, smelling the smoke but remembering a place a lifetime away.
    Once more she was sixteen. A beloved child of loving parents. It seemed to be always summer, there seemed to be only laughter. Even fear was not so cold and destructive. Fear was a thing only of the night. She had been too young to see the dark hate in Roger’s face, too young to comprehend his twisted soul. She had danced around her dark sibling and had never noticed the threat: never saw the silent predator waiting in her summer youth.
    She hadn’t seen him that day as she had raced up the tower steps. They had been at their estate in Cornwall for weeks and she had barely noticed his brooding presence at all. It was too lovely a time to think about Roger’s bad moods and strange, hard, staring eyes.
    She had raced up those steps only to get a better view of the eagles.
    He had caught her in the tower room. Trapped her. Suffocated her.
    She had at first been too stunned to fight, but soon she had used her claws, used her teeth, to try and get him off her.
    He had stepped away enough to allow her air, and she had clung desperately to the cold stone wall. The smell of his blood hung heavily in the air between them as it streaked down his cold, dark face.
    “This is not the end, Sister dear,” he had hissed. “This will never end.”
    She hadn’t seen the blow before it landed, but she had felt the sickening