Vertigo Peaks (The Vertigo Legacy Book 1) by Dion Anja

Author:Dion Anja [Anja, Dion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

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Valerie did not sleep that night. What was she thinking? Mircalla Karnstein was a mere guest she had saved from a snowstorm. She could not understand her mercurial twists of temper, the way she disappeared in the morning hours, and why she kept Valerie in the dark about the reason she was here and where she intended to go. Valerie was a married woman, the mistress of Vertigo Peaks for that matter, and this brazen and secret intimacy would ruin them both. The rawness of the feeling would not shelter them forever. She would be Mrs. Vertigo, even if she were stranded in this town, living in the credence of seclusion.

Sometimes, in those rare minutes that shattered her perception, she was convinced that it was she that never existed. She had been merely hurled into this room. She was born in this room, crawled in this room, grew up and bled in this room, and God cut her web of fate with an indifference that grew larger every day.

But even as Mircalla headed to the woods, her white nightgown billowing white against the night, somehow, Valerie could only picture her lips brushing hers, her soft caress etched on her skin, making her heart jump and skin blush with anticipation for more. She shook her head and drew the curtains. They were two souls caught up in the thrill of the moment, such an act would never be repeated again. It didn’t matter what she wanted. She had already made her choice. The aching would be forgotten, the shards of her heart would mend, but betrayal would never.

The next day, she found herself in the greenhouse again. The moonlight streamed through the windows as she sat on the same bench, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. She had not caught a glimpse of Mircalla since yesterday after she disappeared in the forest and she remained indifferent to Ethel’s knocks on her door. There was no word from her husband or the doctor and Valerie spent the day alone, wishing to wail in agony, yet her limbs were stiff. She knew she had not wandered off her path, that she was true to her vow, but in the deepest corners of her soul, there arose the pang, even in the back of her eyes, of envy and longing, coursing through her like an icy river.

A clicking sound, the snow crunching, distant sobbing sounds. Valerie hid behind a barrel, frantically searching for something she might use to protect herself from this intruder, and pressed a hand over her mouth to not scream. Was it someone from the town, furious yet again, and ready to attack? She tried to catch a glimpse of the person. It sounded like a woman’s voice, mingling with the whir of the wind, sobbing for breath. Valerie found an empty can of paint. The intruder was moving closer, tripping on the gravel, and still crying, and thus Valerie raised the can and threw herself in front of the stranger with a cry.

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