Clarissa stood before the old grandfather
clock, her fists tightly clenched in
anticipation.
Bong. Bong. Bong…
In just a few short moments her lover would return to her. It would
be a bittersweet reunion, however, for they could only be together one
hour.
Lightning lit up the long windows in the study of the grand old
mansion she had called home for the past two hundred years. Soon the
room would be filled with joy and passion instead of silence and
desolation. And loneliness.
Bong. Bong. Bong…
The waiting was torture for her and for Tristan. But they would not
spend their precious minutes together in bitterness and thoughts of
revenge. They were past that point by now. The spell could not be
broken.
Bong. Bong. Bong…
At last! At long last, as thunder cracked and the fire grew higher
and brighter in the hearth…through a swirling mist before her, he
appeared.
“Tristan!” she said, the sound of her voice revealing her depth of
relief.
As the mist quickly cleared, Tristan stepped forth, tall and broad,
his long cape swirling around his feet. His blond hair appeared
windblown as it cascaded back from his handsome face and brushed upon
his shoulders.
“Dear heart!” He wasted no time in taking her into his strong arms,
tilting her back and ravishing her lips with a kiss.
