"I never knew her. She died birthing my brother and me."

The door opened. "This makes twice in as many days you've called me, Killdaren. Though this patient looks a great deal healthier than yesterday's."

"I beg your pardon?" the viscount said. "What are you-?"

"My apologies, your lordship. The resemblance between you and your bother has grown over the years. I've not seen you in a long time."

"May I speak to you a moment over here?" the viscount's voice sounded ominous. "How is my brother? Has his condition improved?" They had moved near the door I listened from and had lowered their voices.

"Remarkably," said the doctor. "I couldn't believe it when I saw him yesterday. He can only be out for a short time, but it is more than we ever expected."

"And his leg?"

"That will never change, but you can't blame yourself for it."

There was a long pause before the viscount answered. "I'll always blame myself. I'll wait outside for a report about the lady's ankle and will take care of your fee." I shivered at the cold dismissal in his voice, even as I wondered what had happened between Sean and his brother.

I heard the doctor sigh as the viscount left the room. "Well, milady, let's see what the problem is?"

Andromeda cleared her throat. "Since resting, my discomfort has improved greatly, so I might not be in dire need of your services."

"Yes, we all thought Andrie was more injured at first," Gemini added.

"Ah. No amputation needed then," the doctor said.

"What?" Andromeda squeaked.

The doctor chuckled. "I think I can make you more comfortable with a bandage. It wouldn't hurt the viscount to feel compelled to inquire about your condition for a day or two, now would it?"

I'd have been more scandalized about the doctor's suggestion, except I kept thinking that if the viscount were around, I'd learn more about Sean Killdaren, his condition and why the viscount held himself responsible for it.

"This is utterly unbelievable." I marched across the floor after hearing my sisters' explanation for their scandalous breakfast, as well as a number of other activities. They'd been gadding about with the viscount, Lord Ashton and Mr. Colin Drayson. A picnic. Dinner at the inn. And an archeological excursion to see the Merry Maids, another circle of druid stones with a less lurid legend behind it than the Stone Virgins.

"How can you accuse us of being scandalous, Cassie? We've dressed and conducted ourselves as ladies. Having breakfast on the dining terrace can hardly be called scandalous."

"I'm referring to your inebriation. Cocktails?"

Aunt Lavinia sank into the nearest chair. "Good Lord! I definitely need my smelling salts."

Andromeda bit her lip and winced. "Well, that was a slight miscalculation. Have you ever had one?"

"Certainly not. Did you not know they're made with strong spirits?"

"Mr. Drayson mentioned that, but I told him we were quite used to strong spirits."

"You lied?"

"It wasn't exactly a lie. All Andrews are known for their lively spirits and stubborn traits. I just simply applied another meaning to his words."

"Whatever for?"

"Well, Gemmi and I have discussed this and consider it our duty to help you in this investigation. Establishing an acquaintance with the gentlemen seemed the best way to ferret out important information. A venture that I daresay has already proved most useful."

"How so?"

"Well. For one thing, I know that the accusations against the viscount in the murder eight years ago are completely false. His brother must have done it."

"He didn't." My passionate denial was met by a bevy of arched brows. I even managed to shock myself over how strongly I felt about the matter. Andromeda must have discovered the viscount innocent when he touched her, which implied Sean guilty by default. My heart thumped. "He didn't kill Helen Kennedy. I know it." My cheeks burned.

Aunt Lavinia fanned herself. "Good Lord."

Andromeda set her chin to a stubborn angle. "Cassie, listen to yourself. You've known this man a short time and suddenly you are one hundred percent sure he's innocent of murdering a woman eight years ago?"

"Don't ask me how, I just know," I said stubbornly.

"Why?" Andromeda persisted.

"I just don't...think the Killdaren is guilty. Because he's..." I shook my head, unsure of how I knew Sean was innocent.

"See. You're not thinking clearly," she accused. "You're going to have to admit, Cassie, that you need us. You aren't the only intelligent person about. The investigation Gemmi and I are conducting by our innocent acquaintance with the viscount, Lord Ashton, and Mr. Drayson is just as important as yours, and a great deal safer. Besides, the experience has been rather liberating. I think I have spent too much time with books and antiquities. And speaking of time, you need to stop wasting what little we have by lecturing us, and tell us what you've discovered."

Andromeda faced me fiercely and, I feared, rightly. But no matter how justified her argument, the situation sat ill with me. I could see no solution at this point, but wasn't willing to concede just yet. "First. You'll have no more cocktails at sunrise. Aunt Lavinia must be present at all occasions, and no there will be no more excursions to archeological sites, since Aunt Lavinia can't accompany you every minute. You'll all stay safely at the inn together."

Andromeda planted her hands on her hips. "But, Cassie, that isn't fair."

"Your promise, or we pack and leave immediately for home."

"And what about you? What about your safety? Are you willing to leave your post as a cleaning maid?"

Visions of Sean's deft hands sliding open the buttons of my dress brought a strangling heat to my face. "I'll not venture from the castle alone." I guiltily knew that my greatest danger lay within the stone walls. Well, that wasn't precisely true. I'd been alone when Jamie had taken me into the forest to the Stone Virgins.

"Andrie, I think you're being a bit unfair about this," Gemini interjected, surprising us both. "Cassie is scrubbing blisters onto her hands and living through untold hardships. She doesn't need to be worried about us here as well. The least we can do is promise to stay together and stay at the inn. Now let's not waste any more time."

Glad to leave the subject of my activities in the castle behind, I settled into a chair. "We have more time today. I don't have to be back until this evening."

"Good. Then we'll order lunch and a bath," Andromeda said. I started to tell Andromeda that the bath wasn't needed, but then decided the changes at the castle were too complicated to explain. It was easier to take the offered bath.

"Mary's letters arrived," Aunt Lavinia said. "I haven't been able to open the box, though." Her voice was tight with pain that I saw shadowed itself in my sisters' eyes. I realized that, although everyone was putting on a brave front, inside we all deeply felt the loss of Mary.

"I'll read them," I said softly. "I know it will be hard, but we need to learn of Mary's thoughts before she disappeared."

Aunt Lavinia sighed. "I know. So much of me hopes that there has been some strange mistake or accident, and that she'll reappear at any moment, even though I know that isn't possible. Not after this long. I also keep wondering why we stay on here. What more can be accomplished?" Aunt Lavinia buried her face into a handkerchief.

"We're still here because none of us are ready to leave Mary behind." Reaching over, I hugged my aunt, for I understood what she meant. Without a body, it was difficult to truly grieve for Mary. For no matter how much time passed, there was this irrational hope that somehow Mary would miraculously appear. Perhaps it was that hope that drove me and my sisters toward doing what we shouldn't. Or was it our way of grieving? Were we sifting through the remnants of Mary's life as she last lived it because we had no body to grieve over? More questions with no answers. The time with my sisters passed too quickly, and it was with an uneasy heart that I embraced everyone before leaving.

I found Bridget on her knees inside the church, praying fervently at the altar, and knew her mother must be worse. My heart wrenched. Walking up the aisle, I knelt beside her. I expected to see tears of sadness in her eyes as she looked toward me.

"Oh, Cassie," she whispered. "You won't believe it. The most wonderful thing has happened." She grabbed my arm and pulled me up, dragging me from the church as she chattered. "It's a miracle, I tell you."

"What? Is your mother better?"

She shook her head. "Don't know exactly about me mum just yet. There's a doctor seeing her and he's giving her some medicine that is helping. He isn't sure if she has the consumption or if it's another lung ailment and won't know for a week or two, I think, but there's a chance she might be all right and I'm going to pray for that and hope for that with all of my heart."

"Me too," I said.

"I'm going to have to thank Stuart, as well. It goes against my grain to think kindly about him for anything, but I don't have a choice."

"Did Stuart hire the doctor?"

"Must have. He's the only one beside you who knew. My mum was sure the doctor mentioned something about the Killdaren's man. So I'm figuring he meant the Killdaren's groomsman."

As we walked back to the castle, Bridget and I fell silent, each lost in our thoughts. As always the sound of the sea brought Mary to my mind, reminding me that I carried her letters with me. I was anxious to find a quiet moment to read them, hoping I'd learn more about those within the castle's stone walls.

Thundering up from the dunes as if he'd been waiting for us to appear along the village path raced Stuart on different horse. Though smaller than the black stallion he'd ridden before, the copper colored one ran faster and more gracefully than the other.

"Ladies." He dismounted. Trailing the horse behind him, he joined us on the path.

"Are you hanging around waiting for me to thank you proper?" The edge in Bridget's voice made me wince.

"You're so ornery you wouldn't know a proper thank-you even if the Queen herself introduced you to one."

"I do too."

"Prove it."

"Fine." Bridget grabbed Stuart's arm, turning him toward her. "Stuart Frye, I thank you for sending a doctor to care for my mum." Then she leaned up and pressed a plucky kiss to his cheek that surprised us all.

Stuart caught Bridget's arm before she could move away. "Do that again. I wasn't expecting it. Therefore, it wasn't a proper thank-you."

Bridget huffed, but relented. Her thank-you was a good bit shorter this time, and when she went to peck Stuart on the cheek, he turned his head at the last minute and Bridget's kiss landed on his mouth. He kissed her back. Embarrassed, I turned away to watch the pelicans swoop over the dunes. I wasn't sure what Stuart did, but I heard Bridget moan then almost screech.

Turning, I saw her smack Stuart on his shoulder then she jumped back, clearly nowhere near as outraged as she wanted to be.

"You're no proper gentleman," she huffed.

Grinning, he went back to his horse. "That's a title no bastard can lay claim to." He swung into the saddle, a cynical smile on his face. "But I am man enough to admit the truth. It wasn't me who hired a doctor to see your mother. I thought about doing so, but by the time I rode into the village to do it, the deed had already been done."

I burst into laughter. Bridget screeched again as if she'd run him through with a sword.

Stuart was man enough all right. Man enough to face Bridget's wrath from the top of a horse. I laughed harder.

Bridget glared at me then at Stuart. "You let me kiss you twice knowing that! How dare you!"

Stuart laughed. "Just because I'm not a gentleman doesn't mean I'm stupid, woman."

"Stuart Frye, it'll be a cold day in hell afore I kiss you again."

"Better fetch yourself a good winter coat, Bridget. Now that the deed is done and I know how much you like it, hell is about to freeze over."

Chapter Twelve.

After dinner that night, Bridget and I read the next story in the Powerful Vampires and Their Lovers book, "Forbidden Fruit". A story that confused us with every unfolding word.

The deed was done.

Mary's head had rolled and the blood of her cousin stained her hands. Tears fell unchecked from the queen's eyes. She lay alone in her bed, feeling the fate of the world pressing in on her. There was no one she could trust. No one she could turn to. She'd known nothing but coldness and treachery her whole life, and in a tiny corner of her heart, kept hidden from the world, she longed for a moment, a single moment of love from someone who wanted nothing but herself.

"I am at your service, my queen."

Rolling to her side, knife from beneath her pillow clutched in her hand, she lashed out at the man, who had to be an assassin. Even from the grave, Mary's treachery reached to destroy. The man, the most darkly handsome she'd ever seen, laughed. Rather than jumping back from her blade, he stepped into harm's way and grasped her wrist, stopping her stab, a bare inch from his heart.

"Would you wound the man whom you've just cried out for? Did you not just wish to be loved?"

"I've no wish but for your death, knave!" She drew a breath. "G-"

Her scream for help was snuffed by the press of his hand. "Watch carefully, my queen," he said. Using his grip on her wrist to guide the knife, he moved the blade from hovering over his heart to the very sensitive hollow of his throat. She'd never felt such strength as the man had. He pressed the knife to his throat, cutting into his vibrant flesh. A tiny trickle of blood appeared then disappeared. When he removed the blade, the cut healed over immediately.

The queen stared, disbelieving.

He moved the blade back to his heart and released her wrist. "Do your worst, if you must. It will not matter, I shall heal. But the wound to your heart this day will never heal. I feel your pain, for once, long ago, I too, had to kill in order to survive." Sliding his hand from her mouth, he placed his hand upon her breast, over her heart that beat so wildly. No man had ever touched her so, and the heat of his touch burned a fire through her breast that eased the pain that had been wrenching her apart.

"Who are you?"

He smiled, showing his fangs.

"Draco, a vampire who needs no nation, nor wealth, but only the love of a woman. A woman who would love me for me and not for the immortality that burdens my days." He slowly slid his hand away from her breast, leaving her aching for another touch. "There are those who are not fit to live a day, much less forever. So, my queen, do you call for your guards? Or would you care to share some wine and cheese? I'm curious as to why a woman who commands a nation can be so lonely that her cry reaches across centuries of time?"

"I must dress."

"Pity, I was about to ask you to undress."

"Only a virgin queen can call her heart fit to rule."

He smiled. "There is more than one way to pleasure. Perhaps, I'll show you."

"Perhaps I will call my guards after all."

He walked to the wine and poured two glasses. Then drinking from each, he brought one to her. She didn't call her guards. She didn't dress either.

"Blimey, what do you think he means by 'more than one way to pleasure'?" Bridget asked, setting down the book.

"I'm certain it must have something to do with vampire lore." I stood and went to the wash basin. I felt the need of a cool cloth, and definitely had to occupy my hands. The urge to read more was almost overwhelming. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bridget close the book and lay back on her cot with a sigh.