Felice, p.33
Felice, page 33
You smell so good, she thought.
“Merci.”
That magical, deep voice rumbled through her. She sat up straight. Had it not been her godfather’s hand she’d clutched? His shoulder she’d leaned on? Had she actually spoken aloud? No, she couldn’t have. Hallucinating again, that’s what this was about. She’d only imagined he’d spoken, as well. She went back to leaning on her godfather’s shoulder.
“Madame Talbot,” came that deep voice again.
Fingers, firm but ever so tender, slipped under her chin again and lifted her head away from . . . oh Lord, it had been the captain’s shoulder she’d leaned on. “Please,” she said. “I must rest. It’s my heart . . .”
“Look at me.” He tilted her head upward again. “Open your eyes and look at me once again. Henri, hold the lantern closer.”
She flinched and used her hand to shield her eyes from the painful light.
“Take a breath and exhale, madame, then tell me your name.”
She breathed out as he’d instructed. Had he actually sniffed the air? “My name’s Lily.”
Kathleen Bittner Roth, Felice
