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by Amanda Stevens


  “This way.”

  We went down at a breakneck speed, and when we rushed through the arch, my gaze went to Luna’s body. Then I turned quickly away. Tilly had no such compunction. She shooed away the birds and stooped to yank the silver chain from the corpse’s neck. I saw the glow of Luna’s moonstone as Tilly held it up to the light.

  “You shouldn’t touch the body,” Thane warned. “We’ll need to get the authorities up here.”

  Tilly said nothing. She continued to stare at the moonstone as if bewitched.

  I tore my gaze away and screamed for Angus.

  “I’ve been through that cave dozens of times,” Thane said. “I never knew it connected to the other caves. If Angus found a passageway, then he can surely find his way out.”

  And at that precise moment, he bounded out of the cave and rushed to me, nuzzling his cold nose against my hand. I was still puzzled by his earlier behavior, and I didn’t want to believe that darkness had somehow entered him. If he’d meant me real harm, he would have followed me into the laurel bald. Instead, he’d chased me away from the killer and maybe away from himself.

  Tilly’s eyes were lifted to the cliff now, to the Drudenfuss with the newly damaged point. I saw her lips move, but I couldn’t hear what she said. Then she flung the moonstone toward the star, and as it shattered against the rock wall, the earth trembled.

  “Get out!” Thane grabbed Tilly and pulled her out of the clearing as the ledges gave way and crashed to the ground.

  A few minutes later, we were hurrying through the woods to the cemetery. Thane had taken the lead, and it was all Tilly and I could do to keep up with him. He’d said very little, and his silence was starting to worry me. He’d heard what Luna had said about his mother and Harper, and as I watched him put distance between us, I knew he was headed for Asher House.

  I left Angus with Tilly and went after him. I’d seen enough of his temper to worry about what he might do if Pell actually admitted to his crimes. So I ran after him through those dripping woods, and when we got to the cemetery, I went straight to his car and climbed in.

  Thorngate was softly aglow in the tenuous moonlight. I could see the Asher angels towering above the other monuments. Proud, defiant, almost godly. I shivered as I recognized some of my own features in those faces now.

  Thane slid behind the wheel and slammed his door. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going with you.”

  “You don’t even know where I’m headed.”

  “To see your grandfather,” I said. “But shouldn’t we call the police first?”

  “We can’t. There’s no signal.”

  “How do you know? You didn’t even try.”

  “I tried earlier. The nearest towers have been taken off-line due to the flooding. We’ll have to call the police from Asher House.”

  “But that’s not why we’re going there, is it?”

  He ran a hand through his wet hair. “You should just go home with Tilly. This won’t be pleasant.”

  “I don’t think you should confront him alone.”

  “I won’t kill him if that’s what you’re worried about. Although I think I could with very little effort.”

  I put my hand on his arm. “He’s not worth going to prison over. And what if this isn’t you? What if you’ve let it in again?”

  He started the engine and turned the car without a word.

  As we reached the main highway, the moon disappeared and the countryside darkened. I could barely see the outline of the pine trees against the tapestry of mountain and sky. Raindrops splattered the windshield and strained the already-full ditches.

  Thane drove fast despite the wet roads. I turned to study his profile. His anger was a tangible thing, an unwelcome passenger that goaded a flirtation with danger. He took a curve that made me catch my breath and clutch the seat.

  He slanted a glance. “You heard me looking for you in the laurel bald, didn’t you? Why didn’t you answer me?”

  This wouldn’t be pleasant, either, I thought. “I was afraid.”

  “Of me? Why?”

  “Because of something Catrice told me.”

  “What did she say?”

  Absently, I rubbed a hand up and down my arm. “Do you remember that day I gave her a ride home? I told you I thought they’d all gathered at her studio to observe me. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been brought to Asher Falls for a reason.”

  “I remember.”

  “That same day, when we were sitting on the back steps, you looked at me as if you’d seen a ghost. You said that you must have had a waking dream because for a moment I looked like someone else.”

  He frowned at the road. “What about it?”

  “Who did you see when you looked at me?”

  A pause. “Edward.”

  “So you did know.”

  “I guessed. You had this faraway look in your eyes and you held your head a certain way. For a moment, you were his spitting image.”

  “Do I look like him now?”

  “Maybe not at this particular moment, but I’ve noticed the resemblance before. That day in the cemetery when we were talking about the angels…one of the faces reminded me of you. But I never thought much about it until later and then I started to put two and two together. Your uncanny resemblance to my stepfather. Your insistence that you’d been brought to Asher Falls for a reason.”

  “You didn’t know that day on the ferry?”

  “I recognized you from a picture in the paper,” he said. “But I didn’t make the connection to Edward until later. Why?”

  “Catrice told me that you knew. She said you were in league with your grandfather, that he had brought me here so that you could seduce me. Because I was his last hope to continue the bloodline.”

  His face looked pale and grim in the dash light. “And you believed her?”

  “I didn’t want to, but I was scared. Tilly was missing and Catrice had just told me about Freya’s murder. It was a lot to take in and I wasn’t thinking clearly… .” I trailed off. “Surely you can understand how her accusation might have given me pause.”

  “What did she say?” His voice was very tight, very controlled.

  “I already told you—”

  “I mean exactly. Word for word.”

  “She said that you would do anything to solidify your position in the Asher family. That you’d cut off your right arm to be the one to give Pell Asher an heir.”

  “I see.” He was still staring straight ahead, speaking very softly. “There is a certain plausibility in that, I don’t deny. But for you to think that I would hurt you…that you would hesitate to take my hand on the cliff…” He drew a breath. “That’s hard to accept.”

  “I’m sorry.” I turned back to the window, watching the night shadows fly past me. “But maybe it’s all for the best.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of who I am.”

  Another pause. “This is about the other night, isn’t it? You said you were the one who had let it in.”

  “It seems it all started on the night of my birth. Freya Pattershaw was my mother.”

  “So Freya and Edward…?”

  I faced him, my gaze going again to the marks I’d left on his cheek. “There’s a lot I still don’t understand, but this place is very dangerous for me. And I’m dangerous to the people who get close to me. Whatever is out there…whatever you and I felt that night…it’s coming for me.”

  “How do we stop it?” he asked, the dangerous edge in his voice making me shiver.

  I closed my eyes. “I don’t think we can stop it.”

  Thirty-Eight

  As we came around a curve, the police flashers took me by surprise. Obviously, someone had managed to get a call through. Then I wondered if there’d been a bad accident. Not unusual in this weather. But as Thane slowed, I saw the yellow hazard lights on barricades that had been pulled across the road.

  He rolled down his window as one of the po
licemen approached.

  “What’s going on?” Thane asked.

  “Flash flood washed out the bridge,” the officer said, water rolling off the brim of his hat as he bent to glance inside the car. “You won’t be able to get across tonight. Creek’s too high.”

  “We need to get up to the house,” Thane said. “My grandfather is an invalid.”

  “He’s not up there alone, is he?”

  “I don’t know if anyone is with him or not. That’s why I need to get up there.”

  “If the rain stops, the water should recede in a few hours. At least by morning.”

  Another cop approached. “What’s the problem?”

  “No problem,” Thane said. “We’d like to get home, is all.”

  “Not going to happen tonight. You try to go across now, you’ll get swept downstream. My advice is to find someplace warm and dry and wait it out. And keep away from these bluffs. We’ve got reports coming in from all over the county of mudslides. People claim they’ve seen boulders the size of cars crashing down on highways. You get enough rain and sooner or later these ridges will start to cave.”

  “Thanks.” Thane reversed the car, turned in the road and headed away from the barricades. As soon as we were around the curve and out of sight, he pulled to the shoulder.

  “Why didn’t you tell them what happened?” I asked anxiously.

  “Because I didn’t want to get waylaid with questions and statements. I’m going up to the house,” he said. “You can tell them after I’m gone or you can go home and wait for me. Do whatever you want.”

  “But…how do you intend to get across the creek?”

  “There’s a foot bridge about a half mile downstream. I’ll go across there.”

  “Thane, that’s crazy. Why don’t you just wait until morning to talk to him?”

  “It’s not about that.” He tapped a restless finger on the steering wheel as his gaze searched the darkness. “I know it’s crazy. I could kill him with my bare hands after what I heard tonight. The man took everything from me. But I don’t have it in me to leave him up there in that chair.”

  “What are you going to do? Sit up there with him until the storm passes? With everything you found out tonight? That’s a terrible idea. And what if the flooding gets worse? You could be trapped for days.”

  “Which is why I have to get him out. There’s an old four-wheel drive he used for hunting. If things get too bad, we’ll come downhill in that.”

  “But you heard what the cops said. The water’s already too high. You won’t be able to get across even in a four-wheel drive.”

  His eyes glittered angrily. “Then I’ll bring him down as far as I can and carry him the rest of the way. I don’t expect you to understand. I don’t even understand it myself.” He fell silent. “Just go and let me do this.”

  I glanced back. I could see lights twinkling in Asher House, and I could imagine Pell Asher up there, master of his kingdom, as the hillside crumbled around him. I hated myself for it, but I didn’t have it in me, either, to leave him up there. “I’ll go with you.”

  “No,” Thane said adamantly. “It’s too dangerous. Just take the car and go back. This doesn’t concern you.”

  “Yes, it does. And, anyway, if no one else is up there, you’ll need my help. You can’t get him down that hill by yourself, and you know it. So let’s just go.” I opened the door and got out. He came around the car and took me by the arms, staring down into my rain-soaked face.

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Yes. Let’s go and get it over with.”

  The surrealism of that whole night would strike me later, and I would replay the events in my head over and over trying to make sense of what happened. Why I agreed to put my life at risk for a man who had never shown me the slightest regard until he’d needed something from me. A man who had destroyed lives and been all too willing to cover up a young woman’s death in order to protect his son and the Asher name. A man who had flooded a cemetery and opened a terrible door. A man who had invited evil into this town and into my life with wide-open arms.

  And yet there I trudged, head bowed against the torrent. Without rain gear we were drenched to the bone, our shoes caked with mud. I felt weighed down from that mud and from the storm and from my own bleak thoughts. I was glad when Thane picked up the pace, and I had to concentrate on keeping up with him. All around us, the woods were dark and gloomy. Over the drumbeat of the rain, I could hear my own ragged breathing, not so much from exertion, but from nerves and pent-up emotions. Too much had happened too quickly. I felt pummeled and assaulted from every direction.

  Thane glanced over his shoulder. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” I moved up behind him, my gaze going now and then to the light at the top of hill. I imagined again Pell Asher at that window, regal and defiant and unrepentant even as he reaped the bitter fruits of what he had sown.

  Thane pointed ahead. “The bridge is just down there.”

  We slipped and slithered our way down the treacherous bank, and my heart jumped when I got my first look at the bridge, nothing more than a few wooden planks and a flimsy guardrail. The water was only a foot or so from the bottom, and as we walked across in single file, the icy spray made me catch my breath. I didn’t want to consider how easy it would be to lose my footing and get swept away by the swirling foam or bashed against the rocks. So I concentrated on not slipping.

  Once across, we scrambled up the bank and headed over the rocky hillside to the road. The going should have been easier on the tarmac, but the incline was steep and we were climbing into the wind, so even here the trek was a struggle. I was anxious to have this over and done with so that I could go home to a hot bath and a warm meal. This hellish night needed to be behind me.

  As we approached the house, I heard a pop that sounded like gunfire.

  I caught Thane’s arm. “What was that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  As we stood gazing up at the house, another crack sounded. And then another. I had a momentary image of Pell firing down at us from one of the upper balconies until Thane said, “Jesus. The house must be shifting off the foundation. The beams are snapping.”

  He took my hand, and we sprinted up the drive and across the lawn. Two cars were parked in front.

  “Bryn and Catrice are here,” he said. “I wonder if they’re waiting for Luna.”

  “They’re in for a surprise, then,” I said grimly.

  The steps had separated from the porch and the whole structure seemed to shudder as we leaped across the gap.

  Inside, the sounds of the storm mingled with the creaks and moans of centuries old timbers. Rain poured through the roof and seeped down walls to puddle on floors that had already buckled from old leaks. The power flickered, and I could hear an electric sizzle as fissures appeared in the ceiling and water dripped from light fixtures. Thane and I stood in what had once been an elegant and opulent foyer and stared in amazement as the house started to come apart at the seams.

  Then Thane called out to his grandfather—my grandfather—as we searched the rooms one by one. The house creaked and moaned like a living, breathing entity, and I could feel the weight of some dark emotion pressing down on us.

  “If you see a pentacle, destroy it,” I said.

  “You have my word.”

  A ceiling tile had loosened, and a steady stream of water poured down upon the long mahogany table where we had sat at dinner and I’d told them about the hidden grave in the laurel bald. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

  “Grandfather!” Thane shouted

  “We’re in here!” Hugh called back.

  They had all assembled in the parlor where we’d had drinks only a few nights ago and where, even then, Pell had been scheming.

  He’d rolled his wheelchair to the window just as I had pictured earlier, and he didn’t turn when Thane threw open the double doors.

  I followed him into the room and heard a gasp. Shock and fear f
leeted across Catrice’s face before she glanced away. Bryn looked defiant and angry. Hugh, at the fireplace, stared morosely into his drink.

  “Where’s the staff?” Thane said. “We need to get them out of here. The house is coming apart.”

  “They left hours ago,” Hugh said. “It’s just us.”

  “Why are you still here?” I asked.

  “Where else would we go?”

  “Someplace safe.”

  He shrugged. “We’ve always been safe here.”

  “Not anymore,” Thane said.

  Catrice took an anxious step toward him. “We tried to leave earlier, but we waited too long and the bridge washed out. How did you two get up here?”

  “On foot.”

  “Then you’re stuck just like we are.”

  “Not quite,” Thane said. “I’m taking Grandfather down in the four-wheel drive.”

  Hugh’s head came up. “The four-wheel drive? It hasn’t been started in years. The battery will be dead.”

  “I took it out for a drive not too long ago,” Thane said. “The battery is fine, so we’re leaving. I don’t care what the rest of you do.”

  “But you can’t just abandon us!” Catrice cried.

  “You can come with us,” Thane said. “But I should probably warn you first that the county sheriff’s deputies at the bottom of the hill will likely have heard what happened by now. You all have a lot to answer for regarding Freya Pattershaw’s murder, so you might want to prepare yourselves.”

  “If you’d just keep your mouth shut, none of this would have to come out,” Bryn snapped.

  “It’ll come out once Luna’s body is recovered,” he said.

  Catrice buried her face in her hands and turned away.

  Hugh downed his drink.

  Bryn glared at me with utter contempt. “Luna was right. You’re a threat to us all. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t come here.”

  Thane crossed the room in a flash and grabbed her arm. “Don’t blame Amelia. You all brought this on yourselves. And I intend to see that every last one of you is charged as an accessory to murder.” He turned to Pell. “Including you, old man.”

  Pell didn’t even bother to turn.

 

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