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The Lost Locket of Windbrace Hall — Beverly C. Warren
No matter how far she ran she carried the terror with her!
“Take care never to be alone again, my girl!”
Falsely accused of theft, Juliet Fletcher fled across the barren windswept moors with nothing but the precious locket she treasured above all else. When Lord Victor Manchester found her, all alone in the world and suffering from hunger and exposure, his generous offer of a position seemed like the answer to Juliet's prayers.
But Windbrace Hall proved even more inhospitable than the savage moors. For its turreted walls sheltered an unknown enemy who immediately recognized the locket Juliet wore, and knew the dark secret it concealed. A drugged drink, a fall down the stairs, a box of poisoned chocolates -- these were only the beginning of her terror…
Her safe haven had become a prison where she could trust no one, least of all the handsome master of Windbrace Hall himself. The winds from the misty moors whispered of danger, and now Juliet's only chance lay in a desperate gamble -- and in the locket she wore next to her heart.
“Take care never to be alone again, my girl!”
Falsely accused of theft, Juliet Fletcher fled across the barren windswept moors with nothing but the precious locket she treasured above all else. When Lord Victor Manchester found her, all alone in the world and suffering from hunger and exposure, his generous offer of a position seemed like the answer to Juliet's prayers.
But Windbrace Hall proved even more inhospitable than the savage moors. For its turreted walls sheltered an unknown enemy who immediately recognized the locket Juliet wore, and knew the dark secret it concealed. A drugged drink, a fall down the stairs, a box of poisoned chocolates -- these were only the beginning of her terror…
Her safe haven had become a prison where she could trust no one, least of all the handsome master of Windbrace Hall himself. The winds from the misty moors whispered of danger, and now Juliet's only chance lay in a desperate gamble -- and in the locket she wore next to her heart.
