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Chapter 24: Bloodlines and Bitter Roots
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THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 72: Kael's Evaluation of Julian
KaelI heard Oswin's voice from the far end of the corridor and knew before I turned the corner that something had gone wrong.Come in, my dear.Wren stood at the study door with one hand on the frame, her white dressing gown pulled tight, her face arranged into that vacant, dreamy blankness she wore for the household. I had seen her put it on a hundred times. But I knew her breathing now, and I knew it was wrong. Too shallow. Too careful. She was a woman standing very still so as not to fall.I walked straight past her and into the room."Mr. Vance," I said, in the voice I used on wards at three in the morning. "A moment, please."Julian sat at the desk with a fountain pen loose in his fingers and an inch of paper under his hand. Oswin stood beside him, one palm resting lightly on his shoulder, like a man steadying a horse. My eyes went to the blotter. Transfer authorisations. Three signatures already dried. A fourth half-finished, the ink still wet."Doctor." Oswin smiled. "We're in
THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 71: Turning the Tables
WrenI woke at five to an empty bed and the sound of a watch ticking in the dark.Kael sat at the window with his back to me, shirtless, one shoulder lit by the grey beginning of morning. He didn't turn when I said his name. He just held out his hand, and in it lay a slip of paper no bigger than a stamp.I read it by the glass. I did not. Do not trust the man who held the door."Oswin," I said."Oswin." His voice sounded scraped. "He's been in that family since before I was born. He carried your father's coffin and he stood at the back of my father's funeral, and my mother thanked him for coming."I wrapped both arms around him from behind and put my cheek between his shoulder blades. He was so cold. "Tell me what you need.""I want to walk into his house and ask him.""Not today.""Wren...""Today he's afraid of Beatrix, and now we know she kept this wound for twenty years without opening the back. She doesn't know what's in it." I felt him go still. "That note is the only thing in L
THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 70: Devotion in the Dark
KaelI don't remember crossing the hall.One moment I was standing at the front door with my father's watch ticking against my palm and the porter hovering at my elbow. The next I was sitting on the edge of Wren's bed with the box on my knees and her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, steering me gently, the way you'd steer someone out of smoke."Breathe," she said."I am.""You're not. Count with me."Four in, four out. It was my own technique, the one I gave to frightened patients, and she used it on me without a flicker of irony. That undid me more than the watch had.Twenty years. My mother had described that watch to every police clerk in London. Rose gold, cracked crystal, a little dent in the strap where he'd caught it on a door. They'd smiled at her kindly and told her it was probably in the river. And all that time it had been lying in a drawer on Upper Brook Street, and a woman in pearls had been winding it."She wants to see me walk into that ballroom shaking," I said
THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 69: The Eve of the Gala
WrenJulian's hand came out of his jacket holding his phone.I let my breath go so slowly that nobody saw it. He stared at the screen as if someone else had put it in his fingers. Then he looked at me, and I watched him do the one thing I'd been counting on since the day I married him.He chose the version that hurt less."She's lying," he said, and his voice steadied as he heard himself. "Look at her. She's been caught with her hand in my accounts and she's throwing mud at the only person who ever bothered to sit with her." He turned his hazel eyes on Lyra, and they had gone cold and flat. "Wren hasn't strung two sentences together in months."I tipped my head toward the chandelier. "The clocks are so loud in this house," I murmured. "Does nobody else hear them?"Lyra made a sound like something tearing. Beatrix's gaze rested on me a beat too long. I held the vacant smile, held it until my cheeks ached, and finally my grandmother lifted two fingers from the table."Sit down, Julian.
THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 68: The Fractured Alliance
Wren"I don't know whose watch you mean, Your Grace."Kael said it evenly. Only I could feel what it cost him. His knee had gone rigid against mine, and under the tablecloth his fingers closed around my wrist. He wasn't holding me. He was bracing himself against the only solid thing in a room that had begun to tilt.Beatrix didn't blink. "Rose gold. Cracked crystal. Stopped at eleven forty-two." She lowered herself into the chair beside Oswin as if it had been carried in for her. "Alaric wore it the night he died. It was never found. I have often wondered who took it off him."His pulse jumped under my thumb. I turned my hand over beneath the cloth and laced my fingers through his. Three weeks ago, in the dark, he'd told me his mother spent twenty years asking about that watch. I had said nothing then. I had only held him until his shoulders stopped shaking, and I held him now, with one hand, while the other lifted my wine glass as though I were a woman with no idea what was happening
THE HEIRESS BEHIND THE MADNESS Chapter 67: The Seduction Play
WrenOswin never answered the question.He only lifted his cane an inch off the floor, set it down again, and said, "Julian, you're overwrought. Have your housekeeper bring tea. We'll discuss it at dinner, like civilised people." Then he walked out past all of us, unhurried, and the door clicked behind him. Julian stood there with Lyra's phone in his fist and his mouth working around words that wouldn't come.By seven that evening, I understood why Oswin had called it dinner. It was a leash. He wanted every one of us at that table, watching one another.So I dressed for it.The gown had hung in the back of my wardrobe since before the Cotswolds, since before Julian was anything but a smiling man at a charity auction. Midnight silk, bare across the shoulders, cut low at the spine. Beatrix had called it "provocative for a girl of your standing" the one time I wore it. I stood in front of the mirror and fastened my mother's sapphires at my throat and looked at the woman looking back.She
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