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and practiced than hers, he caught her wrists. But not before the blanket tumbled to the ground at her feet. She trembled as the fire in his eyes burned her to the quick. “Not even for old time’s sake, David? You and me?”
    Lowering her hands to her side, he bent and picked up the blanket, returning it to her shoulders. “You insult yourself, Meg.”
    She hated that he pitied her. “I don’t want your mercy, David.” Bewildered by the tightness within her, she turned her face away from his. “But when they hang me,” she whispered, “I want you there.” Despite her instant and instinctive desire to dig her fists into his shirt and pummel him with all the fear and frustration knotted inside her, she could say nothing else as the dormant memories she’d buried so long ago began to awaken.
    â€œIs there anyone you wish to contact?” he quietly asked. “Your family, perhaps?”
    â€œMy family?”
    His family. The son he’d never met.
    She no longer felt protected by the numbness in which she’d encased her life for so long. A place she had retreated where she could love her son and know peace, where she had tried to make up for what she had done in her past, pay her debts to society and, in her own way, deal justice to those who had deserved to pay.
    Her secrets would go with her to the grave.
    Sir Henry had shown her too much kindness to suffer because of her. He loved Nathanial and her.
    Except he loved Victoria Munro, not Meg Faraday. No one had ever loved Meg Faraday.
    David least of all.
    She had already lost any chance to keep her son. But neither could she bear to see Nathanial ripped from the arms of his family and put into the care of a heartless stranger.
    A heartless stranger who now managed to hold her despite her struggles and let her weep into his shirt.
    A heartless stranger who, with his strength, managed all over again to pull the foundation from under her life. She had not wept like this since she buried Zeus’s mother two years ago, she thought irrationally, remembering the cat she had fished out of shark-infested waters off Bombay. She’d brought that rangy black feline with her to England, the only companion to a pregnant nineteen-year-old with no where else in the world to go. They had been such a pathetic pair.
    â€œIt’s the laudanum,” she sniffled when David took her back to bed and covered her with blankets that smelled like him.
    â€œI know.”
    â€œI hate you,” she lied, closing her eyes as he tucked the corners around her.
    â€œI know.”
    She had tried to hate him. For years, she had tried, but in her confusion, she now tried to remember why.
    â€œSleep, Meg.”
    And somehow, she did.

Chapter 4
    D avid danced through the master’s wheel with the same precision he attacked his life, with finesse and resolve to finish what he started. Sword in hand, he lunged and retreated, crossed his back leg over and began the advance again. Sweat trailed into his eyes. He’d been working the wheel for an hour, his saber a driving force in the hushed silence, broken by the sound of his breath. He paused in momentary riposte.
    Pamela Rockwell watched from the doorway, her arms crossed beneath her bosom. She had been his partner since he had rejoined Kinley’s team three months ago. Blond as sin, she was skilled at hunting down information. If he gave her half the chance, she would know his every secret. She was also married to his other partner on this case.
    Her verdant gown and petticoats rustled as she swept into the studio. “Don’t let the point fly, darling. Movement is about balance and speed. You’re off your game today.”
    â€œThank you for the remark, Pamela. I wasn’t aware that you fenced.”
    â€œYou won’t use a gun.” She glided to a stop in front of him. “But you keep your thrusting skills honed? Isn’t there a double standard