LITMIR.BIZ

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it still standing?”

      “All the buildings burned to the ground a long time ago. There’s nothing left now but the cemetery.”

      “Do you know how the colonists died?”

      “Cyanide most likely. Back then, you could find it in local feed stores.” A grim note crept into Devlin’s voice. “Death would have been quick but not quick enough.”

      I glanced toward the window, trying to distract myself from the gruesome imagery. “Dr. Shaw said Ezra Kroll was shot to death in the woods. Apparently, there’s always been a question of whether or not it was suicide.”

      “Nathan’s grandfather was still a cop when it happened. He had a theory that none of the deaths was suicide. He believed it was mass murder perpetrated to cover up a single homicide.”

      I stared at Devlin in horror. “What could motivate a person to do such a thing?”

      “Same motives I see every day. Jealousy, passion, greed.” Devlin’s expression hardened and I wondered if he was thinking about another crime of passion and greed, one that hit a little too close to home. “Ezra Kroll came back from the war a damaged man. He’d inherited the family fortune, but had no use for earthly possessions beyond what he needed to survive. He started giving all the money away to the needy while his relatives had to stand by helplessly and watch the coffers dwindle.”

      “So one of them took matters into their own hands?” I could hardly imagine such a thing. Three dozen innocent people, including children, had lived in Kroll Colony.

      “The colonists ate every meal together,” Devlin said. “It was a ritual. But on that day, Kroll missed the communal lunch. The police believed he left to meet someone who lived nearby. A woman.”

      My thoughts raced suddenly. If the woman in the stereogram—my look-alike—had been involved with Ezra Kroll, maybe that explained why she’d followed me back from the other side. She couldn’t rest until justice was done. Like Robert Fremont, another ghost from my past, she needed a conduit to tie up her earthly loose ends.

      A nurse came in just then to monitor my vitals. She shooed Devlin into the hallway, giving me a minute to reflect upon everything he’d told me as she pumped the blood-pressure cuff.

      “Your heart rate is still a little elevated,” she said. “Try to relax. Best thing you can do right now is rest.”

      “I’ll try.”

      “Are you in pain? I can get you something to take the edge off if you need it.”

      “No, I’m fine.”

      “Press the call button if you need me,” she said. “I’ll send your friend back in, but remember what I said. Rest.”

      “I will. Thanks.”

      She exited silently on rubber-soled shoes and Devlin returned a moment later. “I’ve been given my orders,” he said.

      “Not to leave, I hope.”

      He came back over to the bed. “No, but I think we should table our discussion about Kroll Colony. It’s a gruesome story and you don’t need more nightmares. When you’re released in the morning, you can show me everything you found in the cellar.”

      “About that stereogram—”

      “In the morning,” he insisted.

      “You’re right. It’s better if you see it for yourself.” I took his hand to pull him down beside me on the bed. “But just one last thing. When you go see Owen Dowling, be discreet, okay? He’s probably done nothing wrong and I don’t want to worry or embarrass him because my imagination ran away with me in the emergency room.”

      “Aren’t I always discreet?”

      An innocent question, but the subtle shift in Devlin’s drawl made my blood surge. “Yes...I suppose you are...”

      He leaned in, eyes as dark and sultry as a Charleston midnight. “What if I were to discreetly kiss you right now?”

      “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to distract me.”

      “Is it working?”

      I sighed. “You know that it is.”

      “Good.” He leaned in, feathering his lips over mine in a fleeting caress that made me tingle. I tunneled my fingers through his thick hair, but when I would have pulled him to me for a deeper kiss, he held back, making me want him even more as he moved his mouth lightly against mine.

      Trailing kisses across my cheek, he said in my ear, “When I find the man responsible for that bruise on your face, I’ll make him very, very sorry.”

      I drew back in shock. “Don’t say that. I would hate to think of you doing anything rash or foolish on my account.”

      “I’ll be neither rash nor foolish,” he promised. “But I will be thorough.”

      All I could do was stare up at him. “Sometimes you frighten me.”

      “Why?” His hand rested on my leg, and I wondered if he was even aware of what his touch did to me.

      “I look into your eyes and I still see a stranger.”

      This drew a scowl. “That’s ridiculous. You know me better than anyone ever has.”

      “Do I?” Somehow I thought that honor still belonged to his dead wife.

      “Yes,” he insisted. “And anyway, we’ve done too much talking for one night. You should try to sleep now.”

      I sank back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling, still troubled by his threat. “It’s too cold in here to sleep.”

      He stretched out beside me on the narrow bed, tucking the covers around me as he pulled me against him. “Better?”

      “Much.” I cushioned my head on his shoulder as we fell silent. Through the layers of his clothing I could feel the vibration of his heartbeat, strong and steady. His skin was warm now and I pressed closer, basking in the heat from his body.

      “The last time we were in this hospital, our roles were reversed,” I said.

      “I remember.” He tightened his arms around me. “I was told that you barely left my side the whole time I was unconscious.”

      “I was afraid if I let go of your hand, you’d slip away from me. I wouldn’t be able to bring you back even with—” I broke off in midsentence as I realized what I’d been about to say. Even with Darius Goodwine’s magic.

      After the shooting, Devlin had shown no sign of awakening from his coma so in desperation I’d reached out to his old nemesis. The powerful tagati had brought Devlin back to me, but not without a price, I feared.

      “What were you about to say?” Devlin asked.

      “Nothing.”

      “You’re trembling,” he said. “Should I get you another blanket?”

      “Just hold me tighter.”

      He complied, drawing me into his warmth. “Try to put it all out of your mind for now. You’re safe here with me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

      His voice was so calming, his arms strong and reassuring. I nestled down in the covers and let the rhythm of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.

      When I woke up, he was gone.

Eleven

      The room was dark, but I could see a silhouette looming in front of the window. I caught my breath before I realized it was Devlin.

      He stood very still, his face tilted skyward, moonlight bathing

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