My Bright Angel

A stir at Pavel Krotov’s estate: Vladimir Navrotsky has come for a visit—a capital aristocrat, a brilliant gentleman, a potential fiancé for Polina, the daughter of Krotov. Both the master and the household staff are delighted, and Polina is simply head over heels in love. Only I know that Navrotsky is not at all who he seems. Only I can see the ice in his eyes and darkness in his soul. But who would care about the observations of a lady-in-waiting? Except, perhaps, Navrotsky himself—the demon in human form.

Our story began in the 19th century and will end only two hundred years later…