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CHAPTER 9: THE CAPTAINS' TABLE—pt2
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Nobody moved. I stood with my back against the iron bed, trapped between two men who had the same face.Alistair's shoulders remained stiff, but Leonard's gun did not waver. For several seconds, the only sound in the room was our breathing."Your wife?" Alistair finally asked, smirking without turning to face his brother. His eyes still fixed on me. "I was wondering how long it would take you to remember, Leonard. And yes, this is my idea of a wedding gift. I thought Marta's little lessons might have helped you guess what was coming."His smile widened."But I suppose five years away has done something terrible to your brains.""You have no idea what you've started," Leonard growled. His eyes darkened. "This isn't five years ago, Alistair. And this time, I won't forgive you."Leonard glanced at the open panel behind him. The narrow passage beyond it was swallowed by darkness."Father sealed that passage after you got lost inside it. He made sure nobody could open it again.""And now I
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The shadow finally stepped through the opening.It was Alistair.He wore no jacket. His shirt was open at the collar, his sleeves pushed up, and his hair was damp as though he had been walking in the rain.He glanced at me, then at the locked door behind him. And a slow, tired smile crossed his face.“You checked the hinges?” he asked in a low voice.I tried to speak, but the words refused to come.“Good girl. I told you a bolt only guards one side.”He closed the panel behind him with two fingers, leaving no sign that the wall had ever opened.“My father built these passages. They were meant for hiding and moving quietly between rooms without being followed. Leonard and I found them when we were nine.”I stared at the wall, then back at him.“You were here last night?” I finally asked, as something quivered in my stomach.“I was.”“And the apron? You left it on my bed?”“Exactly. Just the way you saw it.” He took a step towards me.“And apparently, you sleep with your mouth open. I s
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“What did he mean about the hinges?” Leonard asked quietly. He still held Marta against his chest, his eyes fixed on the top of the stairs where his brother had been standing.“I don't know.”“Did he say anything to you at the chapel? Anything at all?”“No. Only what you heard.”Leonard's jaw tightened. For a moment, he said nothing. His arms shifted beneath Marta as he adjusted his hold on her, careful not to hurt her.“Then it's a trick,” he added. "He wants you awake all night, staring at a door. That's how he works. He doesn't hit first. He makes you flinch first.”I tried to smile, but my mouth felt stiff. “And I think it's working on me now,” I whispered.Leonard looked at me.And I wished immediately I hadn't admitted it. I didn't want him to think Alistair had already won. But pretending I wasn't frightened would have been pointless. My mind was still on that staircase, on Alistair's calm face and the way he had spoken about my door as though he knew something I didn't.“It wo
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I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.The maid kept staring at the apron clenched in my fist. She was about twenty, with red, chapped hands and a sleep crease down one cheek. I had seen her around the kitchen all year. Her name was Tilly, and in twelve months, she had said perhaps ten words to me.“Ma'am,” she finally whispered. “Is that really hers?”“It was on my bed,” I managed to say.“But that can't be. Marta never takes it off. She even sleeps with it folded on her chair.”“I know. And that's why I'm…” I stopped before I could finish the thought I was afraid to put into words. I tightened my grip on the apron. “When did you last see her?” I asked instead.“Ten o'clock last night. She went to lock the pantry. Mrs. Pell usually does it, but Marta said she would do it for once.” Tilly twisted her fingers together.“But she never came upstairs before we went to sleep. We thought she was with you.”I stared at her.Marta had brought me food, told me to lock my door, and promised t
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When I woke up, the room was dark. And for a few seconds, I did not recognise the ceiling above me. Then I remembered the chapel, the wedding; Leonard's key, and the bolt on my door.I had slept through the day. My body felt heavy; and my mouth was dry. I sat up slowly, trying to work out how long I had been asleep.Then I heard the three soft taps coming from the door.“It's only me, child,” Marta called from the other side.I got out of bed and checked the bolt before opening it. Marta stood outside my door with a tray. A bowl of soup sat beside a piece of bread and a cup of tea.“Look at you,” she said. “You slept like the dead.”“That's one way to put it.” I allowed a smile to touch my lip. And Marta gave me a strange look, then entered when I stepped aside.“This is the smallest room on the floor,” she said, placing the tray on the table. “You could have chosen the bigger one.”“I like this one.”“Because of the lock?”I glanced at the door. “Yes.”Marta followed my gaze. For a m
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“What did he mean by one short?” I asked. But Leonard did not answer. I slowly took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself.And I watched him walk out of the chapel into the pale morning light; leaving me to follow him. Outside, Kevin’s twelve men stood in a line near the cars, their faces tired but alert.Leonard stopped in front of them, “Count them.” he murmured.Kevin looked at him. “What?”“Your men. Count them.”Kevin did not question him again. He moved down the line, counting each man before returning to us.“Twelve. Same number we brought.”Leonard nodded once. “Then he didn’t mean these.”I stepped closer. “What did he mean, then?” I asked again.“I don’t know.” He said it so calmly that I almost believed him.“Your brother threatens to leave you one person short, and you don’t know what he means?”Leonard turned to look at me, his voice low. “My brother can mean anything, Amarah. I'm just taking precautions. I think he wants us to count the people we would miss.”The wor
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