Derek rode his mare slowly through the snowy streets of the capital city. The winter wind was freezing, blowing cold air against his face, but he did not feel it. His mind was completely full.
The words of Lord Colton pondered in his mind, echoing over and over again in his head.
Do you know your wife could be brought back to life?
It was a dangerous thought. It was forbidden magic that demanded blood and a human life. But the temptation was pulling at his broken heart. He wondered if he was selfish enough to accept the dark deal. He wondered if Marissa would forgive him for using dark magic to bring her back.
The large iron gates of the Thompson estate finally appeared in the falling snow. The gates opened, and Derek rode into the wide stone courtyard. The house was extremely quiet. The usual busy noise of the servants was gone. Everyone was walking softly, wearing dark clothes to show their respect for the dead Duchess.
