Beautiful Whispers (Ausmor Plantation Book 1 - Romance/Suspense) by Alice Ayden Page A
Authors: Alice Ayden
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traditional Morgan part of Ausmor - sunlight streamed through the large twelve paned windows at the front of the house and caught a few inches of blanched hardwood peeking around the flowered hunter green and royal blue rug. Bright lights captured every detail in the portraits of Morgans interspersed along the paneled lime walls.
Careful to avoid an incoming tour, I fled into the library and slid behind a dark brown stained bookshelf. I was shocked to find Evan hiding there as well. We both smiled as we tried to remain silent.
“This room is the Morgan library,” Tour Guide Taylor said. “I just wish Mr. Evan Morgan was here...” He cleared his throat. “He does have such wonderful assets.”
I smiled at Evan who blushed and shook his head.
Taylor paused as tourists stretched to see past him.
“Huh,” a tourist said, unimpressed. “The Austen library’s bigger.”
Evan nodded.
“But this one’s brighter,” another tourist said. “Happier.”
“I mean I know the Austens are supposed to be better and all…” a tourist began.
I shifted positions and tried not to look at Evan. We’d heard our entire lives about the feud between Austens and Morgans. It originated from two famous Morgans who did naughty things, but I didn’t want Evan to suffer because of it.
“But isn’t the Austen part of the house… I don’t know… dark and depressing?”
This time I nodded. Evan might endure a couple of ancestors with criminal pasts, but the Austen blood bubbled with madness and suicide.
“And what about the ghosts, man? Didn’t that program do a program here?” one gum smacking, jean ripped guy asked.
“That’s right,” another said. “They came here and got all scared and stuff and heard voices and shadows and shit. That show is awesome, man. Did you see the one when they went to New Orleans and that one guy almost pissed himself when he saw…”
I laughed at Evan rolling his eyes as the tour group walked down the hall out of earshot.
Evan peeked around the door to make sure they’d left. He turned to face me. He could always tell what I was thinking before I thought it. “What’s going on?” Then he looked closer. “Your face?”
I quickly looked at the ground. “It’s what I need to talk to you about. I can’t be sure. I have no proof.”
Evan took a deep breath to brace himself. “Tell me.”
“I was doing the website this morning. You know, doing the blog, and Johnston scared the bejesus outta me.
Evan cringed. “He was in your room?”
I nodded. “Don’t know how he got there cause my bedroom door was still closed. Don’t know why he was there, but the way he looked at me…” I shook thinking about his sickening expression which betrayed his grotesque thoughts.
Evan set his jaw tight. “I’ll take care of it.” He gently touched my arms. “I’ll take care of it.”
“I mean we can’t make a fuss.” I thought about what his mother, Mags, would do. “It’ll be his word against mine. I don’t want a report or this to get out. There’s no proof. We really don’t know what—”
“I’ll take care of it.”
I breathed a little easier. I trusted Evan. He never said anything unless he meant it. ‘Always say what you mean and mean what you say,’ he quoted as a child. “Although…” my thoughts raced. “I wouldn’t mind a good dismemberment. Or decapitation. I actually think Johnston would look better headless.”
Evan nodded. “Indeed.”
14 Alexander
Working in the carpentry building, I hadn’t seen Jane in a while. I promised I’d let her tell Evan. Then I’d do something.
As I sawed the wood for the new banister, I heard a noise behind me. Probably either Johnston or Byron. Didn’t matter which. They were both alike to me. I won’t let him hurt her again. Not again. I couldn’t protect her last time, but I’m not leaving this time.
I got that weird feeling of being watched. I stopped the machine and looked around. Ausmor wasn’t exactly a
Careful to avoid an incoming tour, I fled into the library and slid behind a dark brown stained bookshelf. I was shocked to find Evan hiding there as well. We both smiled as we tried to remain silent.
“This room is the Morgan library,” Tour Guide Taylor said. “I just wish Mr. Evan Morgan was here...” He cleared his throat. “He does have such wonderful assets.”
I smiled at Evan who blushed and shook his head.
Taylor paused as tourists stretched to see past him.
“Huh,” a tourist said, unimpressed. “The Austen library’s bigger.”
Evan nodded.
“But this one’s brighter,” another tourist said. “Happier.”
“I mean I know the Austens are supposed to be better and all…” a tourist began.
I shifted positions and tried not to look at Evan. We’d heard our entire lives about the feud between Austens and Morgans. It originated from two famous Morgans who did naughty things, but I didn’t want Evan to suffer because of it.
“But isn’t the Austen part of the house… I don’t know… dark and depressing?”
This time I nodded. Evan might endure a couple of ancestors with criminal pasts, but the Austen blood bubbled with madness and suicide.
“And what about the ghosts, man? Didn’t that program do a program here?” one gum smacking, jean ripped guy asked.
“That’s right,” another said. “They came here and got all scared and stuff and heard voices and shadows and shit. That show is awesome, man. Did you see the one when they went to New Orleans and that one guy almost pissed himself when he saw…”
I laughed at Evan rolling his eyes as the tour group walked down the hall out of earshot.
Evan peeked around the door to make sure they’d left. He turned to face me. He could always tell what I was thinking before I thought it. “What’s going on?” Then he looked closer. “Your face?”
I quickly looked at the ground. “It’s what I need to talk to you about. I can’t be sure. I have no proof.”
Evan took a deep breath to brace himself. “Tell me.”
“I was doing the website this morning. You know, doing the blog, and Johnston scared the bejesus outta me.
Evan cringed. “He was in your room?”
I nodded. “Don’t know how he got there cause my bedroom door was still closed. Don’t know why he was there, but the way he looked at me…” I shook thinking about his sickening expression which betrayed his grotesque thoughts.
Evan set his jaw tight. “I’ll take care of it.” He gently touched my arms. “I’ll take care of it.”
“I mean we can’t make a fuss.” I thought about what his mother, Mags, would do. “It’ll be his word against mine. I don’t want a report or this to get out. There’s no proof. We really don’t know what—”
“I’ll take care of it.”
I breathed a little easier. I trusted Evan. He never said anything unless he meant it. ‘Always say what you mean and mean what you say,’ he quoted as a child. “Although…” my thoughts raced. “I wouldn’t mind a good dismemberment. Or decapitation. I actually think Johnston would look better headless.”
Evan nodded. “Indeed.”
14 Alexander
Working in the carpentry building, I hadn’t seen Jane in a while. I promised I’d let her tell Evan. Then I’d do something.
As I sawed the wood for the new banister, I heard a noise behind me. Probably either Johnston or Byron. Didn’t matter which. They were both alike to me. I won’t let him hurt her again. Not again. I couldn’t protect her last time, but I’m not leaving this time.
I got that weird feeling of being watched. I stopped the machine and looked around. Ausmor wasn’t exactly a
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