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84: Retribution
Andrew stared down at Evelyn’s tear-streaked face, his temper rapidly reaching flashpoint. The mark across her cheek was even more prominent closer to the faint light from the overhead lamps. He was sick of men taking advantage of her delicate size. Infuriated that they’d think they ever had the reason or right to strike a woman.
More than anything, he was enraged that the woman impacted was the one to which he’d laid his claim.
Her slender fingers curled daintily over his harm, pulling gently but insistently. “Mr. Laurel helped me. He pulled Daniel off me. Please, Andrew. Let him go. He’s not responsible for this.”
Immediately, his hands relaxed. “Mr. Laurel,” he stepped backwards a pace, drawing Evelyn with him, “my apologies.”
Straightening his rumpled clothes as best he could, the actor nodded. “It was an easy misconception. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least for the part you witnessed.” He eyeballed Daniel Prince’s limp figure u
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World of Tomorrow 85: Deliberation
Andrew wondered if Evelyn suspected anything that had happened, particularly when the train put into the station in Chicago and the Princes disembarked onto the platform. If she did, to her credit, she said nothing. He couldn’t imagine her approving of such vigilante punishment, even on her own behalf, had he told her directly. But he liked to imagine the cold mist in her eyes and the upward tick of one graceful brow was brought on by satisfaction at seeing Daniel Prince trailing along behind his wife and their luggage with a clearly pained gait. Not that it mattered. He’d do it again in an instant if it insured her safety. Like his intuition about the mood of the market, Andrew’s instinct about the foolish and disrespectful Daniel’s mood was crystal clear too. Undoubtedly, they’d encounter the Princes again somewhere in society. Whether Evelyn was officially his wife or not, regardless of her upbringing, she’d be treated with all the respect due her. “Shall we see if there’s a chai
World of Tomorrow 86: Almost Home
“Happy to be home, darling?” Andrew wrapped his arms around Evelyn from behind, standing at the window in their drawing room suite as the train moved slowly up to the platform. “It seems strange now to call it ‘home’,” she admitted. “It feels oddly like I don’t belong anywhere.” “You belong with me,” he replied confidently. “And as quickly as we can manage, I’ll transplant you into some warm, rich California soil and let you put down new roots. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Evelyn sighed deeply, almost contentedly. “It’s another world there.” She turned in his arms, looking up at his strong jaw, and smiling blue eyes sparkling with bright hints of green. “I haven’t figured out who I am there and who I am here seems muddied too.” He studied her face down his narrow nose, then dipped his head and kissed the faint hint of a frown line between her brows. “It will be interesting to spend a few days at the Trust, certainly. We’ve been living a significantly more relaxed life lately. I
World of Tomorrow 87: Party
Startled, Evelyn stumbled backwards into Andrew’s steadying arms. Recovering then, she looked back over her shoulder at him with a grin. “Why you sneaky man!” Andrew laughed outright. “Happy birthday, darling. And I’ll have you know, this was not my idea.” “Of course it wasn’t,” she muttered, knowing full well who’d orchestrated this. “You still took part,” she accused, kneeling as Peter bounded into her arms, his older sister, Sarah following more sedately. “Were you surprised!? Were you surprised!?” Peter demanded, clutching her tightly around the neck. “Why, you saw!” she chided. “I was so surprised I nearly leapt out of my skin and I’m quite certain I’ve ruined both your father’s dancing feet. Mmm. I’m so happy to see you both.” She hugged them both fiercely, kissing their cheeks. “We’ve only been gone a month and look how big you’ve grown!” “Governess is a good cook, Miss Evelyn,” Sarah replied softly. Peter snorted, backing away. “But she doesn’t know how to make chicken no
World of Tomorrow 88: Monday Again
“Are you nearly ready, darling?” Andrew poked his head out of the master bathroom, making the first of the loops to tie his tie. “The nanny tells me she’s fixed breakfast for all of us, which, if my nose is any indicator, thankfully includes coffee.” Pivoting the fine dressing table stool his direction, she met his eyes, mostly green today against the dark blue suit he was wearing. “Yes, nearly.” Feeling rushed amid all the activity, she ran a brush hurriedly through her hair, then reached for hair pins to tuck the silky dark tresses up around her nape. “Do we take the children to school in the morning? Or does the nanny?” “For the moment, she does,” he replied, abandoning the bathroom mirror and hurrying around the bed to the dressing table. Stooping, he started to use the tri-fold mirrors to work on his tie again, stopping when Evelyn rose and took the job over for him. “That may change since we’ve added to her morning burden.” “I’ll make a point to get up earlier tomorrow to help
World of Tomorrow 89: Desperate Straits
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Evelyn begged, gasping the words and struggling weakly against his chest. “A—Andrew, you’re hurting me!” Cursing, he tipped her gently to her feet. “We can’t stay here, darling. You need help. Immediately.” She clutched at her abdomen, panting at the vague but no longer unbearable pain near her navel that throbbed towards her hips and pelvis and around her back. As he set her on her feet, the pain dulled to a low roar, but she felt so faint and weak, she knew she couldn’t straighten from her doubled over position, let alone walk. Both her arms and legs felt tingly and uncoordinated, like they weren’t fully under her control, and every time the pain surged, she was certain she was going to lose her breakfast. Andrew caught her as she started to slump to one side, kneeling so he could look into her face. “Do you think you can sit down so I can call an ambulance?” “I—don’t—know.” Wavering against him, she closed her eyes and fought a
World of Tomorrow 90: Upturn
Evelyn squinted her eyes against the harsh blinding lights overhead. Her throat felt so dry, scratchy and painful, so much so that when at first she tried to speak, she couldn’t make the sounds come out. She felt so weak, there was no way to lift her head, which throbbed like it had after the one gala when Mr. Valenzuela had plied her with too much champagne. That next morning she’d woken with a miserable headache, much like this one. Or like the ones she’d had when she’d overslept after trying to catch up on previously missed sleep. What didn’t hurt was her body, her abdomen in particular. The knifing pain, both laterally and from front to back through her navel to her spine, that had split through her belly was gone. Mercifully. “Evie?” Lily. Evelyn sighed in contentment, despite the discomfort of being able to hear her best friend, but not lift or turn her head to see her. Her voice came from somewhere near her feet, but still beyond the reach of her visio
World of Tomorrow 91: The Next Monday
Evelyn woke to the soft rap of the nurse on the door, then the woman entered to take her vital signs. Smiling, she dragged herself slowly to a sitting position to make things easier for her caregiver, and whispered a polite, “Hello.” “Good morning.” She shook the mercury down in the thermometer and provided the tired instruction, “Under your tongue. Don’t bite the glass.” Holding her wrist still, Evelyn let her head shift towards the hard chair where Andrew was still sleeping, slumped over uncomfortably to one side, his shoulder hunched to keep his head on the chairback. Keeping her voice low so not to wake him, Evelyn asked the nurse, “What time is it, please?” since there was no clock in her room. Not having one had added exponentially to the sensation that she’d lost time and critical parts of her life. It didn’t help in the least that under morphine, her sleep schedule was erratic, leaving further gaps in her memory since she’d arrived at the hospital. “Just after seven. I’m so
World of Tomorrow 92: More Monday Mayhem
Please God, do not let the moisture seeping into my sleeve be blood. Please, don’t let her be bleeding, Andrew prayed, still trying to rein in his own pain and keep Evelyn off the floor. “Mr. James?” “Tank!” Andrew exclaimed. “Thank God. I need your assistance. Will you help me get Evelyn off the floor, please?” A few seconds after, he felt the driver’s large arms slip gently between him and Evelyn, then her weight was lifted off. “What happened? Who was that woman? Mary!” Rolling to his knees, Andrew staggered to his feet, then glanced at his arm. Blood. He whirled, stumbling towards Evelyn where Tank had laid her on the sofa and crashing to his knees. A heavy stain, bright red against the shimmery white of her nightgown, stretched across her abdomen. “Tank, do you have a pocketknife?” “I have scissors.” Mary hurried forward, pulling a pair of scissors from the front pocket of her dress. Lifting the sticky fabric, Andrew snipped it open, then cut a wide hole in the abdomen of
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