'He was born during Demon Time.
Unless he's killed, he will grow too strong and no one will be able to control him.
If he lives, all will pay the price of him challenging the Crimson Demon...'
Blake Creighton, heir of Creighton Estate, has bouts of violence upon his return from the war. He has experienced unimaginable horrors during the war and his madness worsens with each passing day.
Hyacinth, a servant at the estate, a blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty left on the estate's doorstep in infancy, is the only one who has ever been able to sooth him. The household always said, 'All Creighton men were violent-red passion runs in their blood.'
Blake is enraged at how Hyacinth tells him of her love. He can't love her, but he greatly desires her. He asks her what hold she has over him that he should desire her as he does-even physically punishing her during his uncontrollable rages she still tells him she loves him.
|Publisher:||Melange Books, LLC|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.25(d)|
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Melissa stood at the end of the kitchen table waiting for Lilly to prepare the breakfast tray. The kitchen staff hurried about their tasks avoiding Melissa's gaze, but they all knew she was there. Lilly arranged a plate of scrambled eggs, two muffins, strawberry jam, a juice glass, and a small vase with a single red rose. Lilly took extra care to arrange the food exactly as the young master demanded. After preparing the silver serving tray, Lilly walked to Melissa. Lilly removed a blue silk ribbon from her dress pocket and tied the thick locks of Melissa's blonde hair in a large bow. Lilly faced Melissa toward a neglected dressing mirror standing in the kitchen corner. She fluffed Melissa's hair and adjusted the folds in Melissa's dress.
"How lovely you look," Lilly observed. Lilly leaned to Melissa's ear and spoke in a whisper. "He's been calling for you, ever since he came back. I don't know what we would do without you."
Baron Edward Kright unexpectedly entered the kitchen. The staff bowed in respect and cast their gazes to the floor. Everyone that is, except Melissa. The Baron held a wooden walking cane in his right hand. The silver tip was cast in the face of a snarling wolf with ruby eyes. The Baron was near sixty and walked with a slight limp in his left leg. "Is my son's breakfast ready?" he asked Lilly.
"Yes sir, Melissa is on her way."
The Baron surveyed the breakfast tray and gazed at the bow in Melissa's hair. "You best hurry my dear, he had a bad night."
"Here you are," Lilly said and handed the tray to Melissa.
Melissa carried the tray with both hands through the open kitchen door. She stepped onto the gravel walkway that connected the rearof the main house to the stables. The sun was barely over the horizon on a cool, autumn morning. Workmen cut lumber and prepared to head into the fields. Heavily armed soldiers of the Barons' personal guard milled around the estate. The eyes of every man watched Melissa walk along the gravel path toward the stable doors. They watched, but said nothing.
Melissa entered the stable and walked past two boys spreading fresh hay. She walked up the stairs toward a closed door. The stable boys stopped their chores and gazed at the young woman carefully holding the silver tray. The door was askew and she was able to push her way inside.
Blake Kright sat alone in a leather chair behind his oak desk. His broody eyes stared at her while she walked toward him. He wore a white ruffled shirt and clutched a riding crop in his right hand. His coal black hair was uncombed and his face unshaven. Bloody clothes were wadded into a pile in the corner, next to his bed. His saber hung from a chair. Melissa saw the dried blood covering the scabbard. Blake glared at Melissa while she sat the serving tray on his desk. He lowered his chin and studied her from the tip of her hair to the bottom of her dress. She stood silently in front of him with her hands to her side. She neither looked directly into his dark brown eyes nor did she avoid them.
"You're late," he snarled.
"I'm sorry sir," she replied with a polite curtsey.