“You always seem to know when I’m in trouble,” I said. “How was it you happened to be in the cemetery this morning?”
“I came to see about a job. I heard you needed help.”
“Who did you hear that from?”
“Do you need help or don’t you?” she asked bluntly.
“I’m always in need of an extra pair of hands, but I can’t afford to pay much, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t need much.”
I glanced around the homey porch and the lush backyard. The spider mums were blooming, and I could smell rosemary through the screen. “Your place is very peaceful,” I said.
“It’s home.”
I settled back against the swing, one hand clasping the heavy chain. “Can we talk about what happened in the cemetery?” I asked. “Something was there. I know it.”
Her head dropped back on the rocker, and she heaved a sigh. “I don’t have all the answers you’re looking for, girl. All I know is that it’s old. Older than the mountains, I reckon. Maybe it’s been there from the beginning of time waiting for a chance to come through.”
“Is it a ghost?”
“Not a ghost, though it be with them on the other side. Some call it Demon. Some call it Beast. I call it Evil. Pure evil.”
My knuckles whitened where I clutched the swing chain.
Her eyes met mine, and I saw something hard and glittery and determined in those faded depths. Something that might have been edging toward crazy. “It has dominion there, but here it has to work through the weak, feeding on their fear and their hate and their greed.”
“That’s why you said I should be afraid of what’s inside me,” I said shakily.
She nodded.
“How do you know all this?”
“I can feel things,” she said. “I can sense things. Ever since I was a little girl I could always tell when something bad was about to happen. My mama could, too. People feared us for it.”
“That’s what brought you into the woods the other night and to the cemetery today. You weren’t looking for a job. You sensed I was in danger.”
“I knew from the moment you set foot in Asher Falls you were in danger. Everything changed when you came.”
“How?” I asked fearfully.
Her gaze went to the yard. “I’ve lived here a long time. I’ve seen things in these woods, heard things at night that can’t be explained. Not naturally, anyway.” Her face darkened, and I glimpsed that hint of insanity again, though I had seen and heard the same things.
“I always knew this place was tainted,” she said. “I could feel it in the wind when I first came here. It got so I was afraid to go outside after dark, and I was never that way back home. But I knew something was out there…watching and waiting…” She trailed off and drew a breath. “When the water rose over the cemetery, it got worse. Animals started acting up. Strangers came to town to walk the streets at night. People turned on each another. Those who could left this place. Those who stayed learned to watch their backs. And some embraced Evil.”
“Embraced it how?”
She put a gloved hand to her heart. “They let it in because it allowed them to do bad things.”
Like murder? I wondered. “How is it different now that I’ve come?” When she didn’t answer, I said desperately, “Please, tell me, Tilly. Why am I here? What does it want from me?”
“It wants you, girl.”
An icy chill gripped my spine, and I could feel my eyes go wide with fear and shock as my heart flailed.
“Why?”
“You’re special and you don’t even know it yet. You walk both sides of the veil, so that makes you dangerous. It fears you, so it seeks to control you.”
“How?”
“By getting inside you. By allowing you to do bad things.”
My breath caught at the look on her face. “And if I resist?”
“It’ll try to weaken you by using those around you.” She leaned in, her eyes blazing with the fervor of an old-timey preacher. “Stay away from Thane Asher, girl. You hear me?”
“Why? What does he have to do with any of this?”
“The Ashers be in league. Have been for generations.” Her eyes glittered madly. “How do you think they came by all that money and power?”
“But Thane wasn’t born an Asher.”
“No matter, girl. He covets what he can never have. That makes him susceptible to Evil. That makes him dangerous to you.”
I tried not to shiver. “I don’t believe it.”
“You best heed what I say and stay away from him. Thane Asher is not for you.”
“Why don’t you let her decide that for herself?”
I hadn’t heard him come up, and when he spoke through the screen, it was all I could do not to jump. He opened the door and stepped up on the porch, a large paper bag in each hand. He took them inside without a word. When he came back out, his gaze raked over us. “I put the groceries on the table,” he told Tilly.
“I laid out your preserves in the usual spot,” she said.
“I’ll collect them before I leave.”
I had a feeling they’d had this exchange many, many times.
He came over to where we sat. “You’ve known me since I was a kid, Tilly.” I could tell he was angry, but his voice remained calm. “We’ve been friends for a long time. You know I would never do anything to hurt Amelia.”
She lifted her chin. “I’ve always thought the world of you. Still do. But I’ve made no bones of what I think of your granddaddy. Your uncle, too. And them leeches that hang all over him. Bad news, the lot of them.”
Thane’s eyes flashed. “What do they have to do with me?”
“Like it or not, you’re a part of that family.”
“Is that reason enough to condemn me?”
Her mouth thinned stubbornly. “I’ve said my piece.”
“And that’s it?” His whole demeanor hardened as he turned his gaze on me. “Can I have a word with you?”
“Will you excuse me, Tilly?”
She looked as if she wanted to say more, but she rose and went into the house.
Thane opened the screen door, and we went out into the yard.
“Good God,” he said, when he saw me in the sunlight. “What happened to your face?”
I was still trembling from everything that Tilly had told me.
You’re special and you don’t even know it yet.
It was an effort to turn those thoughts aside. “I got caught in a briar patch.”
“Again? Are you okay?”
“Tilly fixed me up. They hardly hurt at all now.”
“You need to be more careful.” He picked a sprig of rosemary from the bushes by the porch and tucked it into my hair. “To ward off witches,” he said with a smile.
I shivered at his touch. “Thank you.” I glanced back at the house. “Tilly sure has strong feelings about your grandfather.”
Thane shrugged. “A lot of people have strong feelings about Grandfather. I’m sure Tilly has her reasons.”
“She shouldn’t take it out on you, though.”
“She never has before. I guess you’re special.”
I said sharply, “What do you mean?”
“Tilly’s always kept to herself, but it seems she’s taken you under her wing and she feels protective. Maybe you remind her of Freya.”
“Maybe.” I glanced away. “Do you think Tilly knew about the baby?”
Thane had been looking up into the trees, but now he spun to face me. “What baby?”
Too late, I realized my mistake. I knew about Freya’s unborn child the same way I knew about her murder. But I had no way of knowing if her pregnancy had been common knowledge. I suspected she’d kept it secret for as long as she could.
“I was thinking of the marker on the hidden grave,” I said. “The rose and bud that signify a mother and child burial.”
“Freya’s buried in Thorngate. I already told you that.”
No, she’s not.
“But I haven’t been able to find her grave. I’ve looked all over the cemetery, so unless it’s in the middle of that briar patch, it’s not there.”
“It’s there,” he insisted. “I used to see Tilly bringing flowers at least once a week.”
“You spent that much time at Thorngate?”
“I loved it there as a kid. It could get pretty lonely at Asher House, so I roamed the countryside. That’s how I met Tilly. I came across her place one day and I’ve been helping her with the birds ever since.”
I was silent for a moment.
He gazed down at me. “Why the look?”
“It’s just…you’re not at all like you presented yourself on the ferry that first day.”
“How did I present myself?”
“You know exactly the impression you made. You deliberately let me think you were a shallow, aimless man with nothing better to do than bide your time until your grandfather died.”
The green of his eyes dazzled in the sunlight. “How do you know that’s not the real me?”
“Because I’ve seen you with Angus. And now I’ve seen you with Tilly. Whether you’ll admit it or not, you have a kind heart.”
“For some people.” He put a hand to my face, stroked a thumb down my cheek, and I thought to myself that, despite Tilly’s warning, this could be a turning point. I could do nothing and let the moment slip away, or I could take a step, even a tiny one, out of the past and into the present.
His other hand came up, and he cupped my face, searching my eyes. I could smell the rosemary on his fingers, and I closed my eyes to draw it in.
Gently, he tilted my head so that he could examine the scratches on my cheeks. “You really should be more careful,” he murmured.
“I’ll try to be.”
“Tilly might not be around next time.”
“She’s around right now, though.”
“Does that bother you?”
I glanced toward the porch. “I wouldn’t want to upset her.”
“I don’t want to upset her, either.”
But we both knew that he was going to kiss me whether Tilly approved or not. Whether he was dangerous to me or not. He threaded his fingers through my hair, and I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my racing pulse. My hands fluttered to his chest as he pressed his lips against mine. I could feel his heartbeat against my palms. The vibration stirred something inside me, and I pulled away quickly before I had time to respond.