One Illicit Night. Sophia JamesЧитать онлайн книгу.

      ‘We will see you this evening, then.’

      ‘Indeed.’

      He watched as they followed Milne out of the room and when the door shut sat on the arm of the sofa and balanced there, neither standing nor sitting. The day darkened as he continued to look out of the window, listening to the bells of some church mark off the hours and the occasional shout of English voices from the streets outside.

      Home.

      The smell of it all was different. Softer. Greener. Known.

      I came back in order to live! The idea of it spun untrammelled in the corners of his memory and the secrets that he held marked his heart with blackness.