her?”
She shook her head then nodded. “How much do
you know?”
“She’s told me everything. I know about the electus , I know how you travel and…” The idea of mentioning
that he too had crossed the line flittered through his brain, but
he swallowed it back as he watched his mother pull in a ragged
breath. Instead he ended with, “I know about Nathaniel.”
Helen spun her chair away from him.
“Mom, please, you have to let this go.”
“How?!” she spat with vehemence, spinning
back to face him. Her eyes were swollen with wild torment. “I sent
him to his death! I killed the man I loved and he died never
knowing why… why I had to leave,” her voice broke with the sobs
wrenching her body. She curled over on herself and let out a low
moan.
Harrison stood and swallowed. His mind reeled
with the idea that his mother could be responsible for anyone’s
death, but he knew now was not the moment to delve into the
details. The way her body shook with violent sobs, a lamb like
approach was all he could muster. He placed his hand on her back
and shushed her.
“Mom, it’s okay. He loved you, he’d forgive
you.”
Her body went still, the sobs cut off with an
invisible vice. Slowly she raised her head and looked at him.
“ I can’t forgive me, Harrison, and
I’ll hate myself even more if I let my son get burned by one of my
kind,” she spat out the last two words as if they were rotted meat.
He saw her eyes blacken with a mixture of anger and regret.
“But Mom, I’m one your kind. I’m…”
“I’ll never think of you that way. You don’t
have to be like that Harrison. I never want you to be like
that!”
Straightening her shoulders with a sniff, she
wiped her eyes with robotic efficiency and turned back to her
computer screen.
“This discussion is over. I love you enough
to protect you. Be grateful I’m giving you a month to say
goodbye.”
Her voice was stony, her stature rigid.
Harrison, stunned into silence by the sudden switch of emotion,
opened the door and left the room.
Ascending the stairs two at a time, he
relived the conversation and was surprised that she hadn’t even
asked how he knew about Nathaniel. He nearly returned to tell her
that Gemma had met the man and how he had spoken of his morning
star, but with the way his mother felt about Gemma he wasn’t sure
she’d soak it in.
Drumming his fingers on his desk, he
recaptured the utter look of despair that engulfed his mother’s
face. Moving wasn’t going to change that. His forgiveness wouldn’t
either. Until she could forgive herself she would never be
settled.
Gemma might be right.
He sighed then shook his head. In spite of
this new revelation, he was still not ready to fold. He didn’t want
his girlfriend risking her life back in 1820 and would avoid the
scenario at all costs. He’d just have to keep working on his
mother. A month should be enough time to talk her around.
Chapter
Seven
Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida – 2011AD
Harrison had been pretty quiet all week. He
had mentioned something about chatting to his mother, but he’d
remained vague, which was unlike him. Gemma nibbled on her lip as
she slid a leg into her favorite pair of jeans. Zipping the fly,
she walked over to her closet and rifled around for an appropriate
shirt. She was always a little unsure what to wear on these double
dates. Courtney always looked stunning with her finely applied
make-up and perfectly fitted clothing. Beside her, Gemma felt a
little second rate, just like she did next to Ruby.
As she slid coat hangers aside, a flash of
red caught her eye and she decided that would do. Pulling out the
fitted shirt, she donned it quickly then checked in the mirror.
Tipping her head to the side, she studied her slight form, ruffled
her hair then rolled her eyes. What did it really matter? Harrison
loved her in anything. She grinned as she pictured the mixture of
hunger and adoration that swirled in his eyes whenever