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Spring, 1838, the Norris Ball, Barton Manor.
Francis spun Breana around and around until she was quite giddy. This was the best ball she had ever been to, and she desperately didn’t want to leave. All too soon Abby would be seeking her out to tell her they must go, and Breana would beg her not yet, just a little longer, please. “I don’t want to go home!” she declared, throwing her head back so that the chandelier and its candles spun above her. Francis’s blue eyes shone, and his grin was wicked. He stopped her from spinning and held her steady when she wobbled a little. “I don’t want you to either,” he said. “Perhaps you should hide from your sister and I’ll tell her I have no idea where you are.” Breana wondered if he was serious. Could she? He was so handsome and charming, and she desperately wanted him to kiss her. She had never been kissed. At least, not the sort she imagined Francis was capable of. “Would you come and find me?” she asked playfully. “I would not want to stay hidden forever.” “I would find you,” he assured her. Francis leaned in closer. “Especially if you go and hide in the library. There’s a deep cupboard there that Father uses for his treasures. If you hide there, then I’ll know where to look, won’t I?” Breana was tempted to ask if he would kiss her when he found her, but that was too forward, even for her. Instead, she gave him a flirtatious smile and slipped through the mob of guests toward the library. The library turned out to be a gloomy sort of room, with shadows in the corners and a strong, lingering scent of leather and tobacco. There were mounted animal heads on the walls, which she found distasteful, and piles of books that looked as if they hadn’t been opened in a very long time. She couldn’t imagine many people would search for her here. She found the cupboard Francis had mentioned and opened the door. The space inside was large, and although it had shelving upon which rested various vases and statues—Mr. Norris’s treasures, no doubt—there was room to stand. One of the statues was of a woman’s face, whose wild hair was in fact tangled with snakes. Breana shivered, but she wasn’t a faint-hearted girl, so she stepped in and closed the door. The narrow crack between the door and the jamb didn’t give much light, making the place even gloomier. She waited for Francis nervously, but as the minutes ticked by she began to wonder if he had been teasing her. He was taking such a long time, and it was creepy in here. There were all sorts of creaks, and she was beginning to wonder if the woman with serpents for hair was watching her. Breana was just about to give up and return to the ballroom, where everyone was no doubt having fun, when she heard the door to the library open and then close. She froze, holding her breath, waiting. For a moment there was no other sound, then footsteps began to move further into the room.