"Use my cell phone," Julius offered, taking it out of his pocket and giving it to her.

Marguerite accepted it and punched in the number, grateful that she knew it by heart. Raising the phone to her ear, she listened tensely to the ringing, her eyes following Julius as he moved to sit on the foot of the bed. He looked a bit anxious, but not exceptionally so.

She stiffened and turned away from him as the phone was answered, but sagged as a recorded message informed her that Lucian and Leigh weren't available and to try again later. Marguerite felt a moment's pleasant surprise that Lucian and Leigh had apparently turned out to be lifemates and worked things out. She'd had a good feeling about the pair the moment Lucian had called her about the woman, and she was happy for them, but would have been happier to talk to Lucian at that moment.

Marguerite glanced toward the clock on the bedside table as she listened to the instructions to leave a message and sighed as she saw the time. Two P.M. That made it nine A.M. back home, and Lucian didn't pick up the phone during the day for anything. He turned it off while he slept. He did have a cell phone that he kept by the bed in case of council emergencies. That phone he would answer during the day. Unfortunately, Marguerite didn't know the cell phone number off by heart. She didn't need it, she didn't often have emergencies and it was programmed into both her home phone and cell phone anyway.

"Lucian," she said wearily when the beep sounded. "I wish you were there. I need your help. I'll try again later."

Marguerite closed the phone and turned to the men, noting that both Tiny and Julius were looking about as disappointed as she felt. She started to hand the cell phone back to Julius, and then paused as an idea occurred to her. "Martine."

Julius shook his head. "I never got to meet her either. You were staying in her home while she had a break. She couldn't return for fear someone would recognize her and note she hadn't aged."

"Yes, but she could at least tell me if I really had stayed here in York, couldn't she?" Marguerite said with triumph. "And then I would know if I have missing memories, wouldn't I?"

His eyes widened at the suggestion and he smiled. "Yes you would."

Smiling now, Marguerite flipped open the phone, punched the number for directory inquiries and asked for the number to the Dorchester Hotel in London, noting that Julius had begun to pace, as had Tiny. She could feel the tension in the room mounting.

When the number was rattled off to her, Marguerite quickly hung up and punched it in, then began to tap the fingers of her free hand impatiently against her leg as she waited. She breathed out a little breath of relief when the phone was answered by a cheerful female voice announcing the hotel. Marguerite asked for Martine's room, waited through a couple of clicks, and then almost groaned when she heard yet another recorded voice. Of course, Martine would have requested they not be disturbed during the day while they slept and any calls directed to voice mail.

Marguerite didn't bother to leave a message this time, instead, flipping the phone closed with an impatient snap. "I'll have to wait until sunset to try again."

They were all silent for a moment, and then Julius sighed and said, "You look exhausted. Why don't you have some blood and take a nap until then?"

Marguerite hesitated. She was exhausted. She'd only had a couple of hours of sleep that morning before everything had happened. And she definitely needed the blood. She nodded acquiescence.

Rather than look relieved by her easy acceptance of the suggestion, Julius seemed to look a little more tense as he announced, "Marcus and Christian went back to bed just before I came up here and I would like a couple hours of sleep too, but I don't want to leave you alone."

"That's all right, I'll keep an eye on things," Tiny said. "I slept last night for a change. That's why I was up this morning when Marguerite tried to walk out."

"I appreciate that, Tiny," Julius said, "but as we discovered this morning, if she is controlled and made to walk out, you won't be able to stop her."

When Marguerite's eyes widened with alarm, Tiny suggested, "I could sit in here and read until you all wake up. That way I could yell for you if anything happens."

Julius considered the suggestion, but shook his head. "I don't want to risk being so far away if something happens."

Marguerite felt a different alarm begin to grow in her as she began to suspect what he was going to suggest...but he surprised her.

Thirteen.

"Wake up, partner."

Marguerite's eyes jolted open as she was poked in the backside. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes, she rolled to her side and peered over the edge of the railing along the top bunk, scowling at Tiny for kicking the underside of her bed from where he lay on the lower bunk bed.

He merely grinned and rolled out of the lower bunk. "It's sunset. Actually it's later than sunset," Tiny admitted apologetically. "I'm afraid I fell asleep reading."

Eyebrows drawing together, Marguerite glanced around the room, but it looked no different than it had when she'd fallen asleep. The curtains on the window kept the room dark, the only light coming from the small lamp Tiny had moved beside his bunk so he could read while the rest of them slept.

Her gaze moved to the double bed where Marcus and Julius were still asleep. Christian had moved to Julius's room so that they could take over the room that he and Marcus had shared until today, but Marcus had offered to stay to be on hand in case there was trouble.

Marguerite had been surprised when Julius had suggested they disturb Marcus and Christian and switch rooms with them. She'd been waiting for him to suggest that he climb into bed with her to be close in case there was trouble. However, he hadn't. It showed he was smarter than she'd given him credit. While Marguerite was coming around a bit, and even beginning to believe there may be some truth to his story thanks to his encouraging the phone calls earlier, she hadn't swung so far that she would be willing to let him back into her bed. She needed some evidence to back up his story first.

"Are you going to lie there all night?" Tiny asked dryly. "I thought you wanted to call Martine?"

Nodding, Marguerite sat up and then maneuvered herself around to climb out of the bunk. Tiny moved over to the bed to wake up the men as she did and by the time she moved toward the door, Julius was up and following her with Tiny and Marcus on his heels. They trailed her downstairs, but Marcus broke off from the party to duck into the living room to retrieve blood for all of them while the rest of them continued into the kitchen.

Marguerite walked straight to the phone and placed the call, having to dial directory assistance first to get the number again. She had dialed the hotel number and was waiting for the phone to be answered when Marcus entered the room and offered her a bag of blood.

"Thank you," she murmured as he handed another to Julius. She watched enviously as the two men then leaned against the counter side-by-side and they both popped the bags to their teeth.

Her mouth was watering by the time a dignified male voice answered her call and announced that she'd reached the Dorchester Hotel.

Marguerite straightened at once and asked for Martine's room and then cursed under her breath and hung up when she was told that she'd already checked out.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, Marguerite," Tiny said quietly. "I fell asleep."

"It doesn't matter," she muttered, trying to sound like she meant it. "Martine will be on her way back to York. I'll just have to call her when she gets home."

Marguerite saw Marcus and Julius exchange a glance as she popped her own blood bag onto her teeth, and then Julius said, "Yes, of course you can, but it will have to be from Italy."

Marguerite couldn't speak thanks to the bag in her mouth, but she narrowed her eyes with displeasure.

"You aren't safe here," he pointed out apologetically.

"We could stay in the townhouse and not go anywhere just until we talk to Martine and then head to Italy," Tiny pointed out.

"Yes, we could, but it means Christian, Marcus, and I will have to watch her like a hawk in case she's controlled again. At least one of us will have to be with her at all times. Even in the bathroom."

"What?" Marguerite ripped the bag from her teeth. Fortunately, it was now empty.

"You slipped out the bedroom window," Julius pointed out.

"Yes, but-"

"Fortunately, whoever controlled you earlier apparently wasn't watching the back of the townhouse, otherwise they'd have you now. But if they saw us chase after you and bring you back, they'll figure out you must have slipped out a window and it might just have given them the idea to try to make you leave that way next time so no one stops you. There are windows in every room of this house, Marguerite, including the bathroom. You cannot be left alone. Not here. In Italy we will still have to watch you, but not quite as closely."

Marguerite stared at him blankly, unfortunately not able to argue the point. And-also unfortunately-suddenly realizing she needed to go to the bathroom. The idea of doing so with either Marcus, Julius, or Christian standing guard a few feet away was horrifying.

When her wide eyes turned to Tiny, he moved to her side and took her hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I think we should go."

"We? You'd come with me?" she asked with relief.

"Well, it's our case isn't it, partner?" he said lightly, then more seriously. "I'd be happy to be your back-up. I think you need to go, Marguerite. Not just because it would be safer, which it would. But for your own peace of mind. I know it's driving you crazy not being able to ask Lucian or Martine about the past. The trip would help pass the next several hours until you can reach one or the other of them. You can call them from Italy. And you can see the painting when we get there."

"And I can go to the bathroom there without an escort," she muttered.

"That too," he agreed with a grin.

Marguerite didn't join him in grinning. The longer they stood there talking about going to the bathroom, the more she had to go. However, she refused to go while one of the men stood guard. She could call from Italy.

"Let's go," she said abruptly, pushing herself away from the counter and heading out of the kitchen.

"Wait a minute," Julius said with a surprised laugh when she headed straight for the front door. "We have to pack and wake Christian and check the train schedule and call to Vita to have her arrange to have my pilot meet us in London."

Marguerite turned to eye him with exasperation. "Well, hurry up then. I have to go to the bathroom and if I can't until we get to Italy, I'd like to get there."

There was a moment of silence as the men glanced at each other and then Tiny cleared his throat, "Marguerite-"

"I am not going to the bathroom with one of the men standing in there watching me," she said coldly before he could suggest it. "So everyone can just get moving."

"You won't have to wait until Italy," Julius assured her, struggling to hide his amusement. "I'm sure it's safe enough on the train if one of us stands outside the door. There are no windows in the train bathroom as I recall."

She felt herself relax a little at his words. It was better than having to wait until she got to Italy, anyway. Nodding, Marguerite turned and headed upstairs. "I'll pack."

"I'll stay with her while you wake up Christian and pack," Marcus offered. "Then you can stay with her while I pack."

Sighing to herself, Marguerite ignored the conversation and started upstairs, leaving the man to follow as he liked. She heard stirring from Julius's room as she slipped into her own and quickly closed her door for fear that Christian would come out and see her. She hadn't spoken to the younger immortal since she'd learned the story Julius had told Tiny. She'd walked straight to the bunk beds and climbed into the top bunk while Julius had woken Marcus with news of the new sleeping arrangements, avoiding even looking in the young immortal's direction as she settled in the bed. It hadn't been easy since he'd been asleep in the lower bunk at the time, but she'd managed it and had been pretending to sleep when Julius had then woken Christian.

The door opened behind her and Marguerite hurried toward her suitcase as Marcus stepped inside and leaned against the wall to watch her. He didn't say anything, but neither did she. Instead she busied herself with packing as she listened to the murmur of Julius and Christian's voices next door and wondered how on earth she was supposed to act around him. She was starting to believe Julius's story. Her memories of that time were so vague in comparison to the memories of the rest of her life, that it made her wonder.

Marguerite had lain in that top bunk straining her mind, trying to recall more of their European tour than that it had been pleasant, but that was all there was in her mind. She didn't recall any individual events such as the journey itself, stopping in one city or another, or even whether she'd been saddle sore from the journey. And that was wrong.

And then there was the hope that had been on Julius's face in the kitchen while they'd waited for her to call the Dorchester and talk to Martine. Yes, Marguerite was starting to believe Julius. And if she believed him, then Christian was her son. A son she had given birth to and then handed over to a maid to kill. Dear God, the boy must hate her. And even if he didn't, she hated herself.

"Christian doesn't hate you," Marcus said quietly, and Marguerite stiffened, realizing he'd been reading her thoughts.

Annoying man, she thought with irritation and heard him chuckle softly.

"Of course I'm reading you," he said unapologetically and then added, "I love Christian like a son, and Julius like a brother. I'll do what I can to be sure they aren't hurt again in this."

Marguerite straightened slowly and peered at him. "Why am I so easily read and controlled? Other immortals aren't."

Marcus hesitated, a troubled expression crossing his face. "I don't think you're that easily read."

"You can read me," she pointed out and he nodded.

"But you're upset right now," Marcus pointed out. "You weren't as easy to read in California. You were distracted the night we met because you were worried about Jackie and Vincent, and that's when I discovered you didn't remember me or anything about meeting Julius and me in York."

"You were here at that time too?" she asked with surprise.

Marcus nodded. "I lived with the two of you that year. I'm the one who suggested we find a place in the city when the two of you realized you were lifemates."

Marguerite frowned, searching her mind for memories of him. All she succeeded in doing was making her head ache. Giving it up, she glanced at him resentfully and asked, "Can you control me?"

He shook his head firmly and her eyes narrowed.

"You've tried?"

Marcus nodded, again unapologetic. He didn't explain further and her lips twisted with displeasure as she returned to packing.

"Julius said to tell you he'll come relieve you in a minute," Tiny announced entering the room. "He's done packing and is just calling about the plane."

When Marcus nodded acknowledgment, Tiny hesitated then moved to join Marguerite at her suitcase.

"How are you doing?" he asked, and she could tell by his concerned expression that he wasn't referring to her packing.

"I'm not sure," Marguerite admitted quietly as she finished placing the last article in her suitcase and began to zip it up. Once that was done, she glanced at him and asked suddenly, "Do you really believe all this?"

The detective considered the matter seriously and then nodded. "Yes."

When she closed her eyes, he added, "I think you do too."

Marguerite blinked her eyes open to peer at him as he continued, "You just need time to accept it. It's a lot to take in. A past you didn't know about, a lifemate, a child, being a bigamist."

"What?" she asked with shock.

"You married Julius while you thought you were widowed," he pointed out. "That means you have, or had, two husbands."

Marguerite just gaped at him as he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Although, legally, I don't think you would have been a bigamist. I think a person is legally considered dead if they are missing more than seven years. At least they are now. The laws might have been different then." He shrugged the matter away as unimportant and then glanced at her to tease, "So are all your sons as grumpy as Christian?"

When she just stared at him with disbelief for teasing about something so distressing, Tiny raised a hand and pushed her mouth closed, his expression serious as he said, "You either laugh or you cry in this life, Marguerite. And I think you've had enough to cry about up to now, don't you? It's time to laugh."

"Damn."

Marguerite stopped gaping at the house they were pulling up to and glanced at Julius at that curse. He was eyeing a car parked in front of the house with a combination of worry and dismay.

"Well, you called him," Marcus pointed out with amusement, apparently understanding Julius's upset.

"I left a message. I didn't expect them to head over," Julius muttered and then catching her concerned gaze, he offered her a smile. "It will be all right."

Marguerite nodded slowly, but didn't say anything. She hadn't been saying much of anything since leaving the townhouse. Mostly what she'd done was stare. She stared at Julius, trying to find these memories they said were missing, imagining him in fifteenth-century dress in a fifteenth-century York. And she stared at Christian, trying to see herself in him and wondering if he really was her son. And through all her staring, both men kept giving her little reassuring smiles, as if to say it was all right. Everything was all right.

It made Marguerite feel bad. She felt bad for not remembering Julius, if there was anything to remember. She felt bad for apparently trying to kill Christian, and she didn't have a clue what to say or do or even how to interact with either of them now, so all through the train ride to London and then on the airplane to Italy, she'd just kept staring at them both.

The car pulled to a halt in front of what was apparently Julius's house and they all got out and moved around to the trunk to retrieve their luggage. They were moving toward the front door of the house when it opened and a tall, dark-haired man stepped out.

If Julius hadn't seemed pleased to know this man was here, the man looked no more pleased himself. His face was cold, his eyes filled with loathing as they fixed on her, and he growled, "Julius!"

"Hello, Father," Julius said calmly, taking Marguerite's arm in his free hand and starting forward. "How-?"

Marguerite glanced at him with surprise when he suddenly snapped his mouth closed mid-greeting and stopped walking. She knew it was the appearance of the dark-haired woman who suddenly hurried out of the house that made him pause, but didn't understand why. She thought the man was much more intimidating...until the woman burst out furiously, "How could you bring that-that woman here, Julius? Here! After what she did!"