Proserpina

When we stopped to refuel and where I have no idea. All I recall is the landing on American soil and groggily getting out of the car in front of the large house I had visited once before—the night Lucien had seduced me so thoroughly.

My heart pounding, I studied the house in the twilight. It was as large as I remembered and as grotesque.

The wide pathway, the well-maintained gardens, the swimming pool in the distance, glistening invitingly in the evening sun, ...