Proserpina

I stood staring after Lucien as the cars pulled away from the drive that afternoon. it was warm but a chill was setting in. I knew winter was approaching. Somehow, my heart felt leaden. I had not wanted to let him go and had clung to him, silently, trying not to cry.

Finally, his face in my hair, he had said in a tormented growl.

“Woman, I need to go.”

He held me at arm’s length, looking into my face, his grey eyes hot with fury.

”You know it, woman. I have to kill that bas*ard. After all that he did to you…” and he had pulled me to...