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held her above the waves when, as all Beckets had to do, she learned to swim.
He’d instructed her to stay away from the shifting sands that ran along the shore to the east of Becket Hall. He’d shielded her from the teasing of her older siblings, explained to her that her papa did indeed love her, very much, even if sometimes he was too sad to look at the child who, day by day, more closely resembled her dead mother.
And that had all been fine.
When Cassandra was two. When she was five, ten. But at fourteen? Yes, that’s when it had all begun to change, slowly at first, without him really noticing what was happening.
She still followed after him everywhere he went. But now it was to tease him, to goad him, to dare him. Look at me, Courtland. Look, I’m growing up. What will you do with me now?
She was his sister, damn it!
No. Not his sister. Never his sister.
He knew who he was. He knew who she was. She was the daughter of the house, Ainsley’s child. He was the mongrel, the boy who had slept and eaten with the dogs, the boy who had been an object of pity, brought home because what else was to be done with him?
He owed Geoffrey Baskin—Ainsley Becket—his life. His loyalty.
Ainsley Becket owed him nothing, least of all Isabella’s daughter.
Courtland shook his head, disgusted with that part of himself that refused to accept what had to be, and bounded up the stone steps to the main floor of the large house, turned and headed for Ainsley’s study. He needed to concentrate on Edmund Beales, the monster so long thought dead, but the same man Rian had gone head-to-head with only a little more than a month ago, in France.
Beales had come out of that encounter wounded, but not defeated, not dead. And now he knew that Ainsley, his old partner Geoffrey Baskin, also still lived.
A reckoning was coming, and coming soon, and the tension inside Becket Hall was fast becoming unbearable.
All of the Beckets had gathered in Romney Marsh a month ago, to talk, to plan, to prepare for that final reckoning, discuss the many ways Edmund Beales might come at them. When, and where. Would he chose sudden violence, or stealth?
It had been a large gathering, all eight Beckets and their wives and husbands, a menagerie of children.
Morgan, now the Countess of Aylesford, and her husband Ethan, their young twins, Geoffrey and Isabella.
Chance and his wife Julia, bringing with them their three children.
Fanny—good God help them all, now the Countess of Brede—and Valentine, the most long- suffering and piteously besotted fellow in creation.
They’d joined Eleanor and her husband, Jack Eastwood, who resided at Becket Hall along with Spencer and his wife Mariah, and their two children.
And Rian. Rian and his new bride, Lisette. Edmund Beales’s daughter.
God. Lisette’s introduction to the family had caused some tense moments, and still did, unfortunately, especially with Jacko, Ainsley’s second-in-command during the years in the islands.
But they were all together again, all of Ainsley’s eight “acquired” children who had survived the attack on the island; his seven hostages to fortune, and the child of his beloved Isabella.
Almost eighteen years after that last day, that terrible, unforgettable day, they had rebuilt, grown, possibly even healed.
The ships, the Black Ghost and the Silver Ghost had been dismantled once they’d reached what would be called Becket Hall, the boards used to construct Becket Village, housing the survivors of the attack on land, the betrayal at sea.
Life, often painful, had moved on…only to have Edmund Beales resurface, bringing danger to all of them.
Courtland had never asked Ainsley about the warning Beales had written in the blood of his victims: You lose. No mercy, no quarter. Until it’s mine. He didn’t think it was his place, especially when Ainsley had been so cruelly hurt, outwardly strong for his crew, for the survivors, but dead inside for too many long years.
No one had asked when they’d all first come together again last month. But perhaps it was time. Time to know what it was that Edmund Beales had wanted and could not find, the reason behind the tortured bodies, the eventual massacre.
Until it’s mine.
They had all thought Beales wanted Isabella, but it would seem that the man had coveted more than his friend’s wife. What? What had the man wanted? What might he still want?
Courtland stood outside the closed door to the study, certain it would be he who would finally be the one to ask that question.
CASSANDRA ENTERED THE drawing room to see Julia sitting with Mariah, the two with their heads together, speaking quietly.
“Secrets?” she asked, sitting down beside Julia. “Don’t tell me one of you is breeding again. I’m too young to be an aunt so many times over.”
Mariah colored beneath her flame-red hair, and dipped her head. “You weren’t supposed to guess. We all have enough on our plates with Elly at the moment, with…with everything else that’s going on. The men need to feel free to concentrate on finding Beales, putting an end to this long nightmare.”
Cassandra hid her surprise at having guessed correctly, for she’d just been, she thought, speaking nonsense. “Elly’s fine, Mariah, isn’t she? And the baby won’t be arriving for another month or more. I don’t know how she stands it, being confined to her bed this way.”
“Elly can’t stand it,” Mariah said, smiling. “But Odette is, by and large, a powerful force, more powerful than any one of us. And she seems to have gotten Elly and the baby this far, so it’s impossible not to listen to her.”
“I’ll agree with that,” Julia said, smoothing down her skirts. She wasn’t a beautiful woman, but she had presence, Cassandra had always thought. Presence, and a keen, sharp-eyed intelligence. Chance adored her. “I still hang this ridiculous gad around my neck when we travel, much as I know it’s all superstitious nonsense. An alligator’s tooth, if that’s truly what it is? Nonsense, I keep telling myself. But I wouldn’t be without it.”
“She gave one to Lisette, you know,” Cassandra told them quietly. “To protect her from her papa’s evil, the evil of Odette’s twin, this horrible Loringa Rian saw in France. I think she should have given her a second one, to protect her from Jacko.”
“He’s still being so nasty?” Julia asked, frowning. “Chance and I noticed it when we were here last month, but we’d hoped Ainsley convinced Jacko to come to his senses. After all, Lisette isn’t responsible for her father’s…actions.”
“Jacko’s not the only one,” Cassandra said, grabbing the dish of sugared treats from the table between the couches and placing it in her lap. She’d lost what Odette called her baby fat last year, but it wasn’t because she had given up her love of sweet things. “Lisette won’t walk over to Becket Village without Rian or Jasper going with her. Jasper is so huge, nobody will even look at him, even though he’s really the kindest creature in nature, according to Lisette. I think…I think Rian and Lisette are going to have to leave Becket Hall when this is all over. Lisette, just by being here, opens old wounds for some people, even though none of it, what happened, what might happen next, is her fault. After all, she saved Rian’s life. That should mean something to our own people, shouldn’t it?”
Mariah and Julia exchanged glances Cassandra couldn’t interpret. “What does Ainsley say?” Mari¬ ah asked.
Cassandra shrugged, popped another piece of the chewy candy into her mouth. “He doesn’t say anything. You know Papa. He just sort of looks at people, and they know he doesn’t approve. So no one will do anything terrible. But Lisette feels the dislike, she has to, poor thing. And you’ll be leaving, too, won’t you, Mariah?