In the wake of the French Revolution, a woman fights for success in New Orleans while searching for her lost lover.
Ruined countess, Bettina Jonquiere, leaves England after the reported drowning of her lover. In New Orleans she struggles to establish a new life for her children. Soon a ruthless Frenchman demands the money stolen by her father at the start of the French Revolution. In this sequel to The False Light, Bettina is forced on a dangerous mission to France to recover the funds. She unravels dark family secrets, but will she find the man she lost as well?
The fishy stink of the wharf rose up. Bettina’s heart seemed to climb into her throat. She sucked in her breath, about to jerk away and risk being shot.
Her captor pulled open a shack door in a jumble of buildings. He shoved her inside.
Bettina stumbled over ropes and up against a wall, then turned to face this insane stranger. He lit a candle and set it on a barrel where the light flickered, enhancing the pallor of his skin. He wore the rough clothes of a laborer.
"Mon Dieu, I demand to know what is the meaning of this.” She choked and wheezed, as anger cut into her fear. “My mother is with the sheriff of Mahieu and he won’t stand for your behavior."
"Patience, Miss Jonquiere. You don't need to know the particulars as yet.” The man crouched down to dig through a canvas bag at his feet.
Bettina pressed against the wooden wall, reminded of that cottage in Cornwall where Gaspar had cornered her. Every time anyone called her Miss Jonquiere, she ended up in danger. She stifled a groan. “Are you a revolutionary? I have nothing of my father’s, if that’s what you seek. I have no money. I beg you to let me go.”
"What I seek will all make sense soon enough.” He straightened and strode forward, his smile smug in his ghostly face.