If only my vertigo were subject to my stern general’s voice.
Because this was a lighthouse. What was it about lighthouses that evoked such an aura of romance and mystery? Was it simply the idea of the keeper out here all alone, polishing the old lamps by day, keeping the fires burning at night, responsible for the lives of the equally lonely sailors passing by on the dark, vast waters?
“Alicia, I—”
My words were cut short when I realized she had frozen, a stricken look on her face.
A man stood in the greenery just past the edge of the courtyard. Smiling a smile that did not reach his eyes.
At least it isn’t a ghost, was my first thought. My second: Aw, crap. Is this Alicia’s ex? And he tracked her here, to a secluded island?
A ghost would have been a better bet.
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