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“Aye. My father died the day after we read this the first time, the verra next morning, though he was no’ much older than I am now. And years ago, Ethan’s intended died the night before his wedding.”

“How?”

He hesitated, then said, “She either fell. Or jumped.”

“Is this blood?” Jane scratched her nail against the copper stain at the bottom. At his nod, she asked, “What’s under the stain?”

“We doona know. It’s never been lifted.”

She peered up at him. “What if it says, ‘Disregard the above’?” At his scowl, she said, “Hugh, I don’t think this is a curse—I think this is
life
. Bad things happen, and if I made myself a template of future woes, I could pick and choose from everything that might have happened to match it. Now, I admit, your father’s death was strange. But there are physicians in London who posit that the mind can make the body do anything—even shut down. Belinda told me about it. If your father believed strongly enough, he could have effected this.”

“And Ethan? The death of his fiancée directly before his wedding?”

“Was either an accident or his intended wasn’t well and couldn’t take the idea of marriage to someone she didn’t love.”

Again and again, she brought up points, calling on everything she’d ever learned about science or just plain human nature.

Finally, he undermined all her efforts by saying simply, “I believe it. I
feel
it.”

“Because you were raised to, and you grew into this curse, grew to fit it. You are the epitome of a self-fulfilling prophecy. You believed that you would walk with death, that you weren’t supposed to have joy in life.” She reached out and tentatively touched his arm. “But Hugh, I’m not expecting you to simply turn this off. It’s been with you for thirty-two years—it will take time to let go. I’m willing to work at it if you are.” His silence actually made her more optimistic. “In time, we’ll get you to start believing that you
will
have happiness—that you deserve it.” She cupped his face. “Tell me you’ll at least try. For me? I’m ready to fight for us if you are.”

The moment stretched interminably. Her whole future hung in the balance—but surely he would make the right choice. She couldn’t be this in love with someone who would throw away what they had.

When his gaze left her face to flicker uneasily to the book, she realized she’d lost.

Jane didn’t lose well.

Releasing him, she snatched the book, then stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

“What’re you doing?” He was right behind her as she marched out of the house into the thick morning fog. “Tell me what you’re aiming to do.”

She hurried through dew-wetted grass toward the loch. “To get rid of the problem.”

“The book is no’ the problem. Just a reminder of it.”

She had the lake in sight and didn’t take her eyes from it when she said, “Then I’m ridding you of the reminder.” She drew the book to her chest with both arms around it. She suddenly felt a sheen of cold sweat over her body, and inwardly shook herself.

“No, lass, it’s no’ that simple. Pitching it into the water will no’
do
anything.”

“It might make me feel better.” She turned to go to the first rocky rise, farther up the water’s edge. It was deeper there, and she wanted this tome to sink to the bottom, never to touch another life again.

“It will no’ matter if you cast it in the loch. It always finds its way back.”

“Are you mad?” she snapped over her shoulder without slowing. “Listen to yourself!” When she reached the spot she wanted, she changed her grip on the book, readying to lob it, but hesitated.

“What are you waiting for? Do it, lass. I’ve done it enough.”

She raised her eyebrows in challenge. “You think I’m jesting? I’ll do it!”

He waved her on, and she flung it with all her might. They both stood silently watching it sink, the pages fluttering until it disappeared.

“Odd. I don’t feel any different.” She faced him. When he evinced the same grim, resolved expression, she didn’t bother to hide her bitter disappointment in him. “You were right—it didn’t
do
anything. You’re still going to throw away what’s between us. We must
still
be cursed.”

“If I risked only my life, this would be done,” he grated. “I would no’ think twice. But if I were to cause you any kind of hurt, I could never forgive myself.”

Tears began spilling from her eyes. “Any kind of hurt?” She threw her hands up. “
This
hurts right now, Hugh. It hurts worse than anything I’ve ever known.” She futilely wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Of course, you’ll just see that as proof that the curse is in effect, right?”

“I would no’ have had you feeling even this.” He looked as if watching her crying was torture. He seemed to want to touch her but only clenched and opened his fist. “I would no’ have come back if no’ for Grey and would never have seen you again. I managed it for years—”

“You…you
purposely
sought not to see me?” He’d been avoiding her? When she’d been begging her cousins to ride with her past his London home, praying for a mere glimpse of him? “This just gets better. Well, understand that the last ten years have been unbearable without you. So by staying away, you hurt me. By abandoning me, you devastated me.”

“Abandoned? I never made you any promises.”

“I thought we were getting married!” Her tears streamed without check. “I thought you were just waiting until I was eighteen. I didn’t describe my wedding ring to someone I
didn’t
believe would be my husband.”

His lips parted, but then he shook his head. “Even if none of this had happened, even without the curse, I still would no’ have offered for you. I dinna have anything to offer you. I had
nothing
.”

“I wouldn’t have cared as long as I was with you.”

“That’s bullshite!” he roared, finally reaching the limits of his control. “You liked wealth and made no secret of it. And every time you made that clear, you dinna see me tensing at yet another reminder that I was no’ good enough for you. You described that ring for a reason, Jane—because you expected it!”

“The only thing I expected was
not
to be abandoned without a word. And I’ll tell you right now that it’s so much worse to be left behind than to do the leaving.”


You have no bloody idea
,” he bit out, his tone seething. “You want to know my secrets, Jane? Know that at twenty-two, I went out in the world and did a cold-blooded thing. And I did it for
you
. Because I knew if I did such a heinous act, I would never dream of entangling my life with yours. So doona tell me it’s easier to walk away—it’s no’. No’ if you can possibly go back.”

“But you’re still going to do it again. When Grey’s caught.”

“Aye. I know that I will,” he said, staring down at her. “Even if I doona know how.”

Forty-two

L
ater that morning, when Hugh felt he had calmed enough from the morning’s fight, he found her on the terrace shooting her bow. With her face cold and expressionless as marble, she drew back her bowstring and shot, drawing one arrow after another from the quiver at her back with incredible speed.

She’d long since shredded her target.

“Jane, can you stop for a moment?” he asked, falling in beside her when she retrieved her arrows.

Angrily yanking them out, she collected them in the quiver. “Can you not see I’m busy?” She didn’t even glance at him, just returned to her line to nock another arrow. In one fluid movement, she raised her aim to the target, pulled and released the bowstring, hitting dead center.

“I need to speak with you,” Hugh said.

“And I need some time alone.”

Noting the drawn expression on her face and her arms beginning to shake, he said, “You’ve been at this for hours, lass.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, since I understand the situation perfectly. I’ve all but
begged
you to remain married to me. I’ve confessed my unwavering feelings for you and offered to do whatever it takes to get us past this. But there’s a rub. You can’t, because you’re
cursed
.”

At last, he’d revealed his weighty secret, and she’d brought up the strong arguments he’d anticipated from her. But what had he expected—that he could be talked from something that had pervaded every corner of his life? Hell, even if somehow he could come to disbelieve the curse, he’d had it hanging over him so long, shaping him, that he was suspicious of happiness, was uncomfortable with it.

He knew he shouldn’t have told her, if he wasn’t capable of even trying. “So what do we do about this marriage? We need to decide something.”

“We can decide this very easily. You let go of this curse absurdity. If you swear never to mention it again, I’ll vow to wipe this memory from my mind. Then we’ll live happily ever after. Or, if you insist on this tripe, then we will end in one of two ways—divorce or separation.”

“If I could let this go and stay married to you, I’d give my right arm for it.”

At that, she hesitated in the middle of a shot, and hit just wide of the center.

“But you can’t,” she said softly.

He gave a weary exhalation. “No.”

Making her manner brisk once more, she said, “Then we’ve made our decision.”

“Jane…” When she wouldn’t look at him again, he turned from her, but didn’t know where to go, what to do.

Work.
Work would take his mind off her, off scenes of the night before. Yet the only thing left to do on the property, after weeks of ceaseless labor, was to clear the trees from the drive. He crossed to the stables, entering the darkened building. His mood must be palpable—the horses seemed startled by him, though they never had been before.

Yes, getting lost in exertion would dull his desperate want of her. Who was he deluding?
Nothing
would dull it. It’d bloody gotten
worse,
now that he’d been foolish enough to think he could slake himself inside her—

Blinding pain exploded through his head. The side of his face slammed against the hard-packed ground; warmth seeped down the back of his neck.

Grey.

Another blow connected with Hugh’s temple. Two hits, placed just as Grey had been taught to do—if he wanted to keep a victim alive but immobilized. The booted kicks to Hugh’s gut were solely for Grey’s enjoyment.

Grey clucked his tongue. “Damn, Hugh, you could’ve made this a little more challenging.”

Jane had watched Hugh amble down the hill toward the stables, looking as if he carried the weight of the world, and felt a pang, then grew more angered than before. He never allowed her to just
step back,
to lick her wounds a bit. And if she’d ever needed to…

She felt as if she’d been slapped and was still reeling.

He didn’t want to stay with her, even after they’d made love and she’d easily concluded that it was the most wondrous thing that had ever happened to her. It was bad enough that she’d given her virginity to someone who regretted taking it, when she’d waited so long, waited so impatiently. But rubbing salt in the wound was the fact that Hugh regretted taking it because of a sodding
curse
.

This was so fantastical as not to be believed.

Give his right arm, he’d said. Though all signs pointed to his caring for her much more deeply and for much longer than she’d imagined, she actually prayed that wasn’t true. If he’d felt
half
of what she had for all these years and denied them a marriage because of this…

She thought she might begin to hate him.

If Hugh had been honest and forthcoming about his superstitions all those years ago, she would have gotten over him. She would have understood there was no chance for them, and she would have married someone else. But he hadn’t been forthcoming, and she was done letting her feelings for Hugh “Tears and Years” MacCarrick eat away at her life.

It was time for Jane to be practical. She could never compete with a five-hundred-year-old curse. She was never going to have a life with Hugh, so what would she do after Grey was caught? Though she’d told Hugh they could divorce, the idea of it made her cringe. Perhaps she could still get an annulment.

Based on Hugh’s insanity.

Or they could stay married but separated. She tilted her head. Yes, that was the better option. She would demand her dowry from Hugh—and her father had better be prompt to pay it, after he’d forced her into this
farce
of a marriage.

With that money and as a married woman, she could be independent. She could travel, sponsor the arts, finally found the Society for the Expression of Vice! She could write dirty books for Holywell Street, take lovers like there was no tomorrow and have ten children by them. Yes. This could work—

A thought made her heart sink and her blood boil. Hugh might believe in a curse as contraception, but Jane did not.

She could be pregnant from last night.

How could he do this to her? He expected her to accept this madness, and vowed to leave her, when she could very well be carrying his child!

Before she had any real idea what she was doing, she was marching down to the stables. This was probably a Bad Idea. She’d impulsively tossed that book, but throwing it away hadn’t made her feel any better—well, not
that
much better. It had gone differently in her mind and such.

But what did it matter how she behaved now? What else could be hurt by releasing the tirade bubbling inside her?

Nothing.

Because things couldn’t possibly be worse than they already were.

Forty-three

H
ugh cracked open his eyes, wincing with pain, and found himself staring into the barrel of a pistol.

He struggled to rise but almost lost consciousness. Though he knew he couldn’t dissuade Grey from this course, he had to try—because he understood exactly why he’d been kept alive, and his gut roiled with dread.

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