The Knight of Her Dreams (Dragons and Dreamphasers) Read Online Free PDF

around a corner.
    Not that it should matter, of course, unless...
an unsettling thought crossed her mind abruptly.  Could it be? she
wondered.  As the forgotten
bewildered man looked after her, she began running in the same direction the
so-called ‘man in black’ had disappeared.  Instinctively, she called after the
stranger.
    “Dominick, wait!”
    A bit miffed at the long gown that threatened to
trip her up with every step, she picked up handfuls of the heavy dress,
shocking several ladies who gasped as she ran on.  “Dominick!” she yelled
louder.  When she rounded the corner, running alongside more mirrored walls,
and after weaving through countless people, she realized she was completely
lost in the bizarre mirror maze.
    Gasping for breath, she finally gave up the
chase.  Whoever the stranger was had probably left, if there was a way out of
here.  Besides, she’d made enough of a fool of herself, running after someone
she didn’t know, who probably wondered just who the devil ‘Dominick’ was.
    Several of the well-bred people who had
glanced her way now resumed their interrupted conversations, even as Julianna
realized she’d become the subject of them.  How embarrassing!
    “Are you quite all right, my lady?” a deep voice
asked behind her.
    “Not really,” she sighed.  “However, I should be
so in a moment.  Thank you for your concern, sir.”  As her breathing became
less labored, the person handed her a glass of dark purple liquid.  She took it
gratefully, sipping it slowly.
    “Now then, my lady.  I believe I heard you
calling after me.  Pray tell what for?”
    Julianna nearly choked as she turned.
    It was him !
    And he looked exactly as she
remembered the charming rogue she’d met before.
    Not quite six feet, the man provided a contrast
to her shorter height.  His ebony hair was thick and wavy, framing his strong
features perfectly.  But most bewitching were his eyes... that similar deep
shade of blue, perfectly complementing his warm smile which could seem serious
or boyish at whim.
    In fact, the only real difference between them
was that Dominick had been mostly hidden by the cloak he’d worn.  This man
wasn’t similarly hindered.  He wore a velvet black jacket in the style worn by
other men here.  Added to this, he wore a white shirt, and black pants, which
emphasized his well-muscled body quite nicely.
    Down to his hair, he was indeed the man in black.
    There was little doubt in her mind that this was
the same Dominick, yet of course that was ridiculous.  What would he be doing here now?
    For that matter, what was she doing
here?
    If this had been Dominick, she
mused, in his new well-fitting attire, she would have sworn he looked even more
handsome than the last time she’d seen him; even more than Roger, as a matter
of fact.  Still, it looked as if this man didn’t know her, so she considered it
best to be careful.
    “Forgive me, sir,” she said nonchalantly.  “It’s
just that for a moment you reminded me of a former acquaintance of mine, and
I’ve been having difficulty finding anyone else that I know here.”
    The blue of his eyes seemed to deepen even more
with amusement.  “And who might this acquaintance be that I remind you of?”
    Julianna laughed, trying to convey some manner of
etiquette.  “Sir, I am quite certain you wouldn’t know him.”
    He smiled warmly.  “Perhaps I do.  His name?”
    “Dominick.”
    “Ah, then my ears did not deceive
me.  You have found me out, my lady,” he replied, proffering a bow.  “Dominick
Westbrooke, at your service.” 
    Dear heaven above, it couldn’t be
true!
    Julianna’s face blanched, and now
she really wished she could find an immediate exit before she died of
embarrassment.
    “You must excuse me, sir,” she faltered, her eyes
glancing about furtively.  “I didn’t mean to mislead you.  Forgive me for
bothering you, Mr. Westbrooke.”  Now where was that elusive exit?
    Before she could make a