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Authors: Julie Leto

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“Well,” she said, “I wonder what I’ll discover.”

A familiar male whisper curled around her ear.

Come and find out
.

Twenty Five

“Someone’s here,” Cat said, glancing up at the high ceiling, half expecting something unwelcome to float down from above. She’d heard a voice. A disembodied voice. And her insides had immediately chilled.

Ben looked up from the architectural plans he’d been studying, and Mariah, who’d been examining the mosaic that spanned the entire opposite wall, whirled around.

“Who? Where?” Mariah asked.

Cat held up a hand, concentrating. For a split second, while staring at a kaleidoscope of color on the stained glass, Cat had experienced a strong sensation of foreboding. And then something like an echo of a voice had teased the outer edges of her consciousness. Her arms had erupted in gooseflesh. But now she felt and heard nothing. Had it been her imagination? The offshoot of being inside a place that had possessed dark magic for centuries? Where, not long ago, she’d been shot in the arm?

Cat cursed. “I’m not sure. But something’s not right.”

Ben came up beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, saying nothing while she closed her eyes tighter and attempted to key back in to whatever had invaded her consciousness.

The three of them had been alone in the great hall for only ten to fifteen minutes. Rafe and Paschal had remained in the library. The sounds of their discussion, peppered with bursts of laughter, broke the castle’s unnatural quiet. The renovation workers had cleared out early on Alexa’s orders, but both Ben and Cat had explored the building and the island shortly afterward to make sure no one had been left behind. And yet, Cat sensed a presence that had slipped under her skin, turned her bones to ice, then slithered out again, leaving her shivering from head to toe.

“We need to check on Rafe.”

They sprinted into the library, with Mariah following. Paschal and his phantom brother remained where they’d left them, hunched together on a tarp-covered couch. Their talk ceased the minute the trio had entered the room.

“Where’s Gemma?” Mariah asked, immediately noticing the absence of Paschal’s unlikely sidekick.

Gemma Von Roan had been avoiding Cat, which she couldn’t help but find suspicious. Everything about the woman screamed
turncoat
. Up until six months ago, she’d been Farrow Pryce’s right-hand woman. Now she’d taken up with Paschal. Yet Rogan’s long-lost relative had sworn no allegiance, and Cat doubted she knew how.

Rafe blinked at them, as if he had to register who Gemma was. “She went upstairs.”

Paschal’s stare met Cat’s. He’d already told her, albeit in rushed tones on the phone prior to their arrival, that Gemma should be kept away from Rafe. She had some sort of ability to gradually assimilate paranormal powers—an ability they could not risk her using while Rafe was still in the phantom state and had so much magic at his disposal.

“I’ll find her,” Cat volunteered.

“No, I’ll go,” Ben said. “You said someone was here.”

Cat quelled him with her best, oh-no-you-won’t glare. “I don’t think whoever I felt is in the castle. Rafe?”

Rafe’s eyed widened. Poor guy didn’t realize that Cat had dealt with three of the Forsyth brothers while they were still tied to the magic. She knew their powers just as well as she knew her own.

He closed his eyes and concentrated. “There is no one upstairs but the Von Roan woman.”

“A disaster waiting to happen, if you ask me,” Cat concluded. “I’ll find our runaway traitor. Every time she sees me, she rubs her jaw. She must remember my roundhouse kick.”

She exited the room, but Ben caught up with her before she’d taken a half dozen steps toward the grand staircase.

“What?” she asked. The K’vr bitch was probably digging into stuff, hunting for the immense fire opal that was the source of Rogan’s magic. As if they’d just leave it lying around.

“Be careful,” Ben said.

“You’re telling
me
?” she asked, with exaggerated shock. “I’m so not the daredevil in our little twosome.”

He wrapped his arms possessively around her waist. “I like that we’re a twosome.”

An increasing hardness in his groin area made her regret that there was a threesome in the adjacent room and a wandering onesome somewhere upstairs. When the renovation was complete, this castle was going to end up one of the most romantic getaways owned by Crown Chandler hotels. She’d have to work it so Alexa gave her and Ben a night alone here before it opened. As a wedding gift, perhaps.

“Me, too,” she replied, keeping her marital musings to herself. “Think Rafe and Mariah are ready for that next step?”

He frowned. Yeah, that was what Cat had been thinking, too.

While Mariah wasn’t quite as prickly as usual, she was quiet and contemplative, and from all she knew about the woman, she wasn’t the quiet and contemplative type. Rafe had been focused on reuniting with his brother. Understandable, but troubling. They’d arranged to come to the island because Rogan’s magic was strongest here—and could, hopefully, be used to help break the curse.

“Maybe we should lock them in one of the finished bedrooms upstairs and let them work out whatever is holding them back,” Cat suggested.

“I don’t think sex is the problem.”

“Might be the solution,” she encouraged.

Ben grinned in that lopsided way that made her heart melt into a puddle at her feet. “I find it cures all my ills. Only with you, of course.”

“Of course,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll be back. Now that Rafe and Paschal have had time to reconnect, I think we should get the ball rolling.” She leaned in closer and whispered in Ben’s ear. Not only did it give her a chance to take a heady whiff of his intoxicating cologne, it ensured that they weren’t overheard. “Once Rafe is free, we can seal the marker in the same hidey-hole as the Source. That will keep them both safe.”

“You really think it’s a good idea to store them together? We’ve been trying to avoid allowing both the sword and the stone to fall into Pryce’s hands. If he gets the stone and the Source, too—”

“Then we’re royally screwed,” Cat finished.

***

“Who are you?” Gemma asked.

Don’t you recognize me, or have we been apart so long?

Farrow.

She turned off the flashlight and threw herself flat against the nearest wall. She trained her ears to register any sound of his approach. Her throat constricted and her heart slammed double-time against her chest. After a full minute, she sensed no one. And yet, she’d heard what she’d heard—and she knew Farrow’s voice. Tentatively, she continued down the hall. Her shoes scuffed over the dusty marble beneath her feet.

“Where are you?”

Find a window that faces the ocean
.

She stopped. Wasn’t he here? In the castle? How was he talking to her? Acid churned in her stomach and shot up her esophagus, nearly choking her.

The magic.

Farrow had caught up with them. He was contacting her. Rafe and Mariah had warned that he was gaining knowledge of the magic, but how had he known she was here?

“I don’t trust you,” she said, trying to keep her voice quiet even though she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

Of course you don’t. But you can come to me of your own free will, or I can make you. Which do you prefer?

She stopped. If he had defied death despite throwing himself off a steep California cliff and now could speak into her mind, maybe revealing her exact location by going to a window wasn’t the best idea.

I don’t want to hurt you, Gemma. I need your help. And as you can see, I have quite a bit to offer you, as well
.

She swallowed deeply. He was telling the truth. Still, her instinct to turn and run was strong—stronger than she’d ever want to admit.

Of course, he didn’t know about the power she’d inherited from dear old Dad. He would expect mistrust. “Why should I believe you?”

He did not answer. She walked farther down the dark corridor, turning two corners and flashing the light into rooms with open doors to guest suites in the midst of renovation. One or two were nearly finished, with plush beds and paintings on the walls, glittering glass cases filled with bric-a-brac that matched the eighteenth-century time period of the decor. The room at the end of the hall had a large, ocean-facing window. She paused at the threshold. Farrow could hear her, but did he also know what she was thinking?

Because if he did, she was in serious trouble.

***

Mariah jumped when Ben stepped back into the library and gained their attention with a clap of his hands. “Okay, people. I think it’s time for us to get this show on the road.”

“What show?” she asked.

Ben exchanged a nervous glance with Rafe. He and Paschal stood, and Mariah felt her heart drop to her toes. The time had come.

Surprisingly, her heart seemed to bounce back into her chest just as quickly as it had dropped, lighter than it had felt in a very long time.

“Oh,” she said with a smile. “Think we could be alone for a few minutes?”

She held out her hand to Rafe. Despite the personal inroads she’d made in the last twenty-four hours, she had a few private confessions to make before she outwitted a curse that had held him for nearly three centuries.

With a grin that made her insides liquefy, he took her hand in his and marched them into the dining hall.

Then he jerked to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“This room. It is exactly as I remember it.”

He led her deeper inside. Incredibly impressive, the space was dominated by a long, carved table that could easily sit fifty people. The walls to their immediate left sparkled with clouded stained glass. In front of them, a fireplace large enough to fit a small car (or roast a whole cow) sat amid one of the most glorious mosaics Mariah had ever seen. Made up of tiny tiles in various sizes and colors, the scene depicted a small Gypsy camp with multihued houses and even more vibrant villagers.

Something about the artistry was so alive, so compelling. Mariah had seen a lot of native art in her life, but nothing had compared to this.

“Is this Umgeben?” she asked.

He managed a nod and tugged her along when he crossed the room. The mosaic started just above the fireplace, so they had to stand back to take in the full picture.

“This is my village. This is my home.”

The surprise and wonder in his voice caught her off guard. “I thought you’d been in Rogan’s castle before. Wasn’t this mosaic always here?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

He shook his head, as if breaking the hypnotic draw of the artistry in order to speak with her. “The mosaic did not have such detail. Not that I remember. However, Rogan was still having work done on it the last time I visited him. I refused to enter his house long before it was completed.”

“Why? Because of Sarina?”

Rafe turned away from the wall and flexed his fingers open and closed. He noticed the nervous gesture immediately and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I knew about Sarina’s infatuation long before my brothers, but no, that was not the reason.”

“You and Sarina were close,” she provided.

He nodded. “We shared our Gypsy heritage. Our playground was the forest and caves of Valoren, not prim English gardens. We had a mother to raise us, not nurses. We loved our brothers, but we were often separated from them. They spent months at a time in England. Damon studied abroad and tended to our father’s holdings. Aiden, Colin, Paxton and Logan each went to school away from Valoren, leaving Sarina and me to play with the other Gypsy children.”

“The Gypsies were your family, too.”

His gaze drifted back to the mosaic. “Not all of them.”

“I thought Rogan was a nobleman of some sort.” Rafe lifted an eyebrow. “Are the two mutually exclusive?”

“In most countries, yeah.”

“Rogan kept his roots hidden well. He preferred that men of power and influence, such as my brother Damon, or my father, consider him royalty of some small Slavic country. But he was Romani. I saw it in his eyes the first time we met.”

“Why would he hide his bloodlines from your father? I thought the earl loved the Gypsies. Your mother was Romani. And wasn’t your father the one who came up with the idea to colonize your people rather than imprison them in London? Or worse?”

Rafe frowned. They’d discussed all this before, but she knew he struggled with his feelings about his father just as she had fought her emotions for hers. And her mother. And her brothers. And Ben. She’d pretty much had issues with everyone she’d spent prolonged periods of time with.

Watching Rafe tussle with his own emotional demons made her anxious to say the words she’d never imagined she’d speak. But she hesitated. Rafe’s eyes glazed as he stared at the mosaic—as he stared at his past.

“My father cared for the Gypsies, yes. But he mistrusted Rogan from the moment they met. I doubt his revealing the carefully guarded secret of his lineage would have engendered faith or confidence. Rogan needed my father so he could have access to the Gypsies, so he could build this massive castle on promises of bringing wealth and security to the colony. Before we had a single hint of his magical abilities, he had enthralled the entire encampment with his charisma. He was a nobleman who paid homage to our
Chovihano
upon his arrival and who brought flowers daily to my grandmother—buds that did not grow in the valley and yet stayed fresh for days on end. He charmed us all.”

“Including Sarina?”

“Worse,” Rafe said. “He completely enraptured my Irika. If I had not married her, I might have lost her to him forever.”

Twenty Six

Emotions Rafe had thought he’d cleansed from his soul long ago came raging back. Jealousy and guilt battled for dominance. Rafe had loved his wife. He’d loved his sister. But in the end, he’d lost them both.

Mariah ran her hand along his shoulders. Her sympathy caressed him, and he needed the sensation too desperately to shut her out. He’d already told her about his inability to save Irika, and he’d confessed how he’d failed to discourage his sister’s affection for the sorcerer whose magic had led him here. But he had not shared how his own actions had helped create both tragedies.

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