A Thousand Years (Soulmates Book 1) by Brigitte Ann Thomas Read Free Book Online

let go of his hand and walked out of the room.
     
     
                  In the torch-lit hallway, Anabell remembered that she had no idea where in the hell she was. The hallway only led one way - to a set of stairs going up, so that was the way she was going to go.
                  Up the stairs, Anabell found herself in a kitchen. One that looked like it came out before the Middle Ages - the only modern thing in it was a fridge.
                  It took her several minutes to navigate her way to the main hall. They were in a damned castle. They were not in Tennessee anymore that was for sure. Given the age of the castle, they weren't even in North America anymore.
                  A wave of exhaustion hit her out of nowhere, making her knees a little weak. The adrenaline and excitement of the evening had taken its toll on her.
                  Taking the main staircase, Anabell went upstairs. She wasn't sure what, but something compelled her to pick the room at the end of the hall.
                  The door was made of a thick, dark wood. From the difficulty she had pushing the door open, it hadn't been opened in a while.
                  Anabell was surprised to find everything modern inside.
                  Silky purple sheets covered the king-sized canopy bed with a matching comforter and bed skirt. A thin, pale pink gossamer fabric hung from the canopy, tied back like a tent at the foot of the bed. A cherry vanity with a plush cushioned chair and a set of perfumes in front of the mirror. It was like he was waiting for her – or someone.
                  Anabell found a white, satin sleeping gown in the nearby dresser. Looking down, she realized that her clothes were covered in blood. If she slept in them, she would ruin the sheets. The gown would have to do.
                  Once she was changed, she crawled up the foot of the bed.
                  As she went to lie down, Anabell was startled by the painting of a blonde woman hanging on the far side of the room. She was stunning. The perfect match to Eadric's good looks. She must have been his wife.
                  No wonder he was still hung up on her.
                  They were a beautiful couple.
                  A twinge of jealousy prickled in her chest. There was no way she could compete with that, not that she wanted to. Even if she did, though, she knew there was no way she would be enough for him. She was dumpy compared to the love of Eadric's life. He would never actually be interested in her.
                  As soon as he was healed, she was out of there. She didn't belong.
                  The need for sleep hit her hard again in a wave of exhaustion. She hit the pillows seconds later, not bothering to climb under the blanket.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
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                  It was cold. The men were out, most hunting and planting - Eadric and his best men investigating a threat, and no one had bothered to keep the fires going. All the female servants were working two jobs. As the lady of the house, she decided to rectify that problem, starting in the kitchen.
                  "Good morning, Elisa," she said to the cook who was already busy preparing food for lunch. "Is the hearth still burning?"
                  Elisa nodded as she continued skinning the small animal on the table in front of her. It was already mostly skinned, so she had no idea what it used to be. Rabbit was the most likely answer.
                  Walking past the Elisa, she caught a glimpse of herself in the window. Thick blonde hair was braided back tight on the back of her neck and her eyes were the same stunning blue she had only seen two other places before.
                  Inside her head, Anabell finally realized that she was in a dream - as