Tide (The Sarah Midnight Trilogy)

by Daniela Sacerdoti

  “Sean, please,” whispered Sarah. Something pained, something frail in her voice made Sean ashamed of his outburst. She’d gone from strong to soft in the space of a few minutes, the way Sean knew so well.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” Sean said. “I’m sorry. I’ll hide, OK? I’ll do what I usually do. But I’ll be there.”

  “Fine. Fine then.” She held up her hands in defeat. “Come with me. But only so that we can be sure that Bryony is safe. And like I said, you can come to Islay with me … and Nicholas.”

  Sarah’s words resounded in the silence. Sean closed his eyes and breathed. Breathed deeply, for the first time in a long, long while. In spite of the mention of Nicholas, a dagger in Sean’s side, she’d finally accepted him back.

  “Thank you,” he said simply.

  Sarah stepped out into the hall, and Sean went to follow. But Elodie wasn’t moving.

  “I’ll be there in a sec,” he whispered to Sarah, and walked back into the living room. Elodie was leaning on the wall beside the window, her arms crossed.

  “’You OK?”

  “Yes. Yes, of course, sorry. Going to get my jacket now.”

  Sean took hold of her arm gently before she was out of the room. “Elodie. We’ve known each other for a long time. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” Another pretend smile.

  And then, surprisingly, unexpectedly, she pushed herself into Sean’s arms, all soft cream and white, hair like gold between his fingers, holding on to him – leaving him wondering why this good news, Sarah letting them into her life again, didn’t feel good to her at all. He held her tighter, hiding his face in her neck, trying to make her feel safe. Elodie always had a faint vanilla scent, like a sweet shop, but there was a strange note to it now. Something too sweet, too ripe. Something that worried Sean.

  Elodie wrapped her arms around his neck, and her mind was cast back to Marina Frison and her prediction for Elodie’s life. Marina had fed her a pomegranate and then she’d placed it to burn into the wood stove. The pomegranate had come out intact.

  It means you’ll love again, she’d said.

  Elodie held Sean tighter.

  Sarah had walked into the cold, clear night and was looking up to the sky, waiting. The night was icy and the sky full of stars. But what was Sean doing? She turned around, blowing on her frozen fingers, and then she saw them. Silhouetted against the living room window were Sean and Elodie, in each other’s arms.

  Sarah brought a hand to her throat. She felt breathless again.

  She forced herself to tear her eyes away from them. Nicholas was probably waiting for her on her doorstep, wondering where she was. She took her phone out of her pocket and switched it back on.

  Fourteen missed calls and a message, all from Nicholas. The text chilled her blood, when it should have made her heart beat in anticipation.

  I’m waiting for you.

  15

  Torn

  Tainted sometimes

  Shines like gold

  Sean

  When we arrived, Nicholas was standing beside the fire in Sarah’s living room. He’d clearly lit it himself, given it was blue. Those freaky blue flames that spurt from his hands give me the creeps. And Nicholas gives me the creeps even more. How is he in her house already? Has she given him a set of keys? Or does he have ways to open doors, like me?

  Or is he living with her now?

  His eyes narrow briefly as he sees me following Sarah through the door. For a moment I rejoice in his bewilderment, but he regains his composure almost immediately.

  “Sean.” He nods. His eyes are just as black as his ravens’, wide and lucid, with a disturbing hint of slow-burning embers. And he’s huge. I’d almost forgotten. I’m not short myself, but he must be well over six foot five. Broad, too.

  Freaky.

  “Nicholas Donal,” I say without offering him my hand.

  “So. Sarah forgave your lies then,” he replies immediately. What he’s really saying is: she made a mistake.

  “Yes. Nicholas. She did. And I realize that I never thanked you for saving her life. Our lives.”

  Sarah turns to look at me, incredulous. I know what she’s thinking. Is this really Sean talking? Sean showing Nicholas Donal gratitude? Thing is, it’s the only way. I can hardly assault him, as much as I’d like to. He’d toast me with those finger flames of his, for a start. I’m under no illusions as to how powerful this guy is.

  Sarah sits down heavily in one of the chairs. She looks drained all of a sudden, and a strange, hazy expression has fallen on her features. Or is it my imagination? It can’t be. I know it isn’t.

  “That’s what we’re meant to do, us Secret heirs. Help each other. But of course, I forgot – you’re not an heir, are you?” Nicholas says, a slight smile playing on his lips.

  I will my temper to stay in check. You’re right. I’m not an heir. But who are you, really? You look as if you’ve just walked out of a bloody grave.

  “Sean’s a Gamekeeper,” Sarah intervenes, the slightest hint of annoyance in her voice. Trouble in paradise?

  “Impressive,” he replies, and I allow myself to fantasize about my sgian-dubh making its way into his throat.

  “Nicholas Donal.” Elodie’s silvery voice breaks the tension, but only momentarily.

  Nicholas looks at her, and he freezes – just for the millionth part of an instant, but I notice. His eyes grow even blacker, shinier, like a kestrel that’s spotted a mouse.

  But Elodie doesn’t waver. “I’m Elodie Midnight,” she says.

  “Elodie. Of course. I’m sorry … I’m sorry to hear about Harry.” Nicholas lowers his head.

  Elodie frowns and looks away. My eyes dart between them, and it’s like seeing the two halves of the Tao – Elodie, all cream and white, blonde and fair, and Nicholas, dressed in black, raven hair, eyes like coal.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, and turns towards Sarah. “Your friend is here.”

  “Bryony? At the door? I didn’t hear the bell,” Sarah replies, still unaware of Elodie’s psychic abilities.

  “She’s at the gate. She’s walking up the path now.”

  I catch Nicholas looking at Elodie again, studying her face – as if she has something he wants.

  As if she is something he wants.

  16

  Full Moon

  The letter that came

  From the second star to the right

  The day of sorrow

  That tore us apart

  “Just remember, everyone,” said Sarah icily from the doorway, her eyes moving between Elodie, Nicholas and Sean, “Bryony knows Sean as Harry. We must keep up the pretence.”

  “Sure, we’ll remember,” replied Nicholas as Sarah left the room. “Harry,” he added, spitting the word out.

  The doorbell rang. At the sight of her friend, Sarah had no choice but to smile. Bryony looked so … Bryony. She was like a walking painter’s palette, shining against the night. Her coat was bright yellow, the collar tucked around her ears, and she had pulled a purple beanie over her bright red hair. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and her camera hung ready around her neck.

  “Hello! I can’t believe I invited myself here like that! Sorry, Sarah, I know it’s super short notice, it’s just that there’ll be no full moon for another month.”

  “There won’t be, no!” laughed Sarah, and stepped aside to let Bryony come in.

  “Exactly, I knew you’d understand, and your park is just perfect.”

  “It’s a garden! Park sounds a bit grand!” Sarah hugged her friend affectionately, surprising Bryony with her uncharacteristic expansiveness. It didn’t happen often. It hadn’t happened in a long time.

  “You’ve lost weight, you lucky person,” said Bryony as she hung up her coat. “Come round to our’s for dinner one evening – Mum would love to fatten you up.”

  “Bryony.” Sarah interrupted her friend. “I have a few people over,” she told her in a low voice.

  “Oh, I’
m sorry, you have guests.” Bryony’s eye’s widened.

  “I mean … Nicholas,” Sarah whispered.

  Bryony gave a tiny whoop. “Oh, cool! I’m about to meet your new boyfriend!”

  Sarah put a hand over Bryony’s mouth, jokingly. “Shhhh! Don’t embarrass me!”

  “Promise I won’t!” squealed Bryony.

  “Come on.” Sarah led her friend into the living room. “Everyone, this is Bryony.” Her voice was taut with nerves.

  Nicholas stepped up first. “Hello. I’m Nicholas.”

  Sarah looked from one to the other, holding her breath. Please like each other.

  Bryony stared at the tall, dark-haired man for a second. “Hello.” She smiled. Sarah was her best friend. And if she thought that her boyfriend looked scary, she would not be telling her.

  “Nice to meet you. You’re just as Sarah described you,” said Nicholas.

  “Oh, am I? Hope that’s a compliment!” Bryony could hear herself wittering. Jesus, this guy’s skin. And those eyes! Everything about him unnerved her.

  “And …” Sarah began.

  Bryony turned, eager to avoid any further conversation with Nicholas for the moment. “And Harry is back!” Bryony anticipated Sarah’s announcement. “You didn’t tell me! Hi!”

  “Hi. Yes. Here I am.” Sean smiled broadly, his “everything is normal” smile.

  “How was London?”

  “Great,” he replied brightly. “It was great. But I missed Scotland. I missed Sarah.”

  Sarah blushed, and cursed herself for it. She cleared her throat. “And this is Elodie. A friend of Harry’s.”

  Elodie’s expression was mildly reproachful as the two girls shook hands. Thankfully Bryony didn’t notice, but Sarah did, and wished she could give Elodie a piece of her mind.

  “It’s freezing outside,” said Bryony, crossing the room to stand beside the fireplace and stooping slightly to warm her hands. “Oh, this fire looks weird. Is it driftwood?” Bryony pointed at the blue flames.

  “No, it’s a new kind of briquette thing. They’re much less messy than wood or coal, far less to clear up in the morning. They even burn in different colours,” Sarah replied coolly.

  “Wow, I’ve never seen anything like that.” Bryony turned and stood with her back to the warmth, about to continue the conversation. But Sean was not in the mood for small talk.

  “Right then,” he cut her short. “It seems we’re all coming with you.”

  “Are you?”

  He nodded. “We love stargazing, and as you can tell, tonight’s perfect for it. Right, Elodie?” They shared a knowing smile.

  “I’ll get the torches.” Sarah led them all into the hall and opened the cupboard under the stairs. She handed a torch to Sean and Nicholas, and kept one for herself. They put on their coats and headed out into the night, followed by Shadow, gliding on silent paws.

  A full, pure moon was high in the sky above the Midnight garden by now, delighting Bryony, if not the others.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she said, over and over, snapping away.

  Elodie and Sean materialized at Sarah’s side. “This is crazy! What were you thinking?” she hissed. “It’s dangerous for her to be here. Who knows what’s out here, waiting?”

  “Elodie …” Sean tried to smooth things over, to no avail.

  “I didn’t know what else to say, Elodie,” Sarah explained. “She was so insistent.”

  “‘No’ would have been a good choice.”

  Sarah’s tone was hard. “Well, too late now. She won’t stay long.”

  Nicholas had overheard their conversation, in spite of their whispers. “Hey, hey. It’s good for Sarah to invite friends round,” he intervened, wrapping a protective arm around Sarah’s shoulders.

  Sean gaped at him. He’s so condescending! Like he’s pandering to the whim of a small child. Sarah would never take this tone from anyone.

  Would she?

  But Sarah was not saying anything.

  “Even if their lives are in danger?” Sean said in a low voice, and immediately regretted it. Silent memories of what happened to Leigh rose between them.

  “Nobody will be killed here tonight,” said Nicholas, looking straight into Sean’s eyes.

  “What a chilly night!” exclaimed Bryony, striding across the grass and slipping her arm into Sarah’s. “I think I’m nearly done now. I took some lovely shots. Just a few more … Are you OK? Are you cold? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

  Sarah and Bryony walked on under the clear and cloudless sky. A frosted halo shone around the moon like a crown of ice. The moonlight was bright but they used their torches, just in case. Not a whisper of wind moved through the trees and the bushes, not a noise was to be heard except for footsteps on the frosty grass. Sarah tucked her arm into Bryony’s.

  “Harry is back! You didn’t tell me!” whispered Bryony. “Oh, hello, Shadow!” she added as the cat darted between them.

  “He just … appeared,” answered Sarah, bending to stroke Shadow’s fur before the cat disappeared silently towards the back of the garden. “You know what he’s like.”

  “You’re always full of mysteries, Sarah. I can’t keep up.”

  Sarah sighed. “Yes, it sort of works out that way.”

  “And is that his girlfriend? Elodie?”

  Sarah stiffened. “No. No, she isn’t. Just a friend.”

  Or is she? She recalled the sight of Sean and Elodie through the cottage window earlier that evening. Everything was so complicated.

  “This place is incredible, really.” Bryony looked around. “It’s like a little castle.”

  “Yes. It’s beautiful. I love my house.” Sarah’s words were full of meaning.

  Bryony understood at once. “With Harry back, you won’t have to leave. Your aunt Juliet can’t argue with that, can she?”

  “No. Well, she’s tried, but … no. By the way, we’re going to Islay for Christmas. You know, to my grandparents’ house.”

  “House? Mansion, more like! I’ve seen the pictures!”

  “Well, yes.”

  “Are your aunt and uncle going with you? And your cousins?”

  “No. Just us. And Harry.” She decided to forget about Elodie.

  “Wow, you and Nicholas spending Christmas together. It’s a big step!” Bryony’s eyes widened.

  “Not in our situation. His mum and dad are abroad, mine are dead …” Sarah faltered and shrugged.

  “Yes, of course. Sorry. It’s just very grown up, I suppose.”

  “It’s OK.”

  “He seems …nice. Nicholas, I mean.” She chose her words carefully. “He reminds me a little of your dad, in a way.” Your dad scared me too, Bryony thought.

  “He is. He really is. I never thought of that before.” Sarah seemed quite pleased with the idea.

  Bryony sighed. “It’s about time you had a boyfriend, Sarah!” She teased her. The sound of the girls’ laughter broke through the perfect silence.

  Sean and Elodie were walking behind the girls, keeping an eye on them.

  “This is crazy,” Elodie repeated once again.

  “I know. It’s the way it is, in Sarah’s world.”

  “Doesn’t make it less crazy.”

  “You’ve been brought up as a Secret heir. Properly, I mean. Nearly everybody around you knew what you knew. But Sarah has always lived in the real world, hidden from what her family does. It’s not easy, for her, to accept the Secret world.”

  “It’s not easy for any of us,” snapped Elodie.

  Sean rested a hand on her arm for a second, and a silent understanding passed between them. Elodie’s hair glowed golden in the light of Sean’s torch, and her face was full of shadows.

  “I know things are taking a strange turn, but you’ve got to trust me. I’ll keep everyone alive. And we’ll find a way to end all this.”

  Elodie nodded. “I know. I know we will. We must.”

  Sean squeezed her hand, and Elodie held onto his fin
gers, reluctant to let go.

  Nicholas walked alone. His face was a mask, expressionless. He was quietly seething. Sean wasn’t supposed to be there. And that other heir. The girls were supposed to be alone. Alone with him. So that he could be Sarah’s saviour. So that Bryony would die. His plans had been spoiled. But it wasn’t too late. There was still a chance of success.

  “Look!” called Bryony dreamily. From where she stood the moon was reflected in the still waters of the pond, a perfectly white, round twin to the one in the sky. She took hold of her camera. “I’ve just got to get that …”

  Sarah took advantage of Bryony’s distraction to reach Sean. “Everything OK, it seems,” she murmured.

  Elodie crossed her arms. Her face was stern. “Hopefully it’ll stay that way.”

  “Stop this, Elodie. What else could I do?” hissed Sarah. She’d had enough.

  “Find friends of your own kind,” replied Elodie, her delicate face set hard.

  Sarah breathed deeply. I’ve only known her five minutes and I already want to slap her.

  Bryony kept taking pictures around the pond, from different angles. The torchlight made a circle of yellow around each of them. The moon, the pond, the circle of torches, the people inside it; circles within circles, in the centre of the Midnight garden. A cold breeze began to rise all of a sudden, twirling around them.

  And then the breeze seemed to whisper, a ripple of sound that swept everything – the tops of the trees, the black bushes, breaking the glassy surface of the pond into ripples – imperceptible movements, imperceptible sounds that Bryony didn’t notice, but the Secret people did. A shiver took them all.

  “Sean … Harry,” whispered Elodie.

  “Ready. Sarah?”

  “What’s happening?” Sarah looked left and right.