Dark Secrets Box Set

by Angela M Hudson

  He laughed loudly. “Who do you think would win?”

  “Guess it depends what the alien race is capable of. But, if you think about it, we’ll probably get to find out one day. I mean, we’re immortal, so we may have to defend the Earth against evil aliens somewhere in the future.”

  “Hm.” He nodded. “Never thought of that.”

  “That’s the good thing about never dying, I guess.”

  “What, being able to see if aliens are real?”

  “Yeah.” I shrugged. “Learning the secrets of the universe.”

  “Being around for the end of the world.”

  “End of the world,” I said very quietly to myself, thinking about that as I looked across the almost pitch-black ocean. “Do you really think there’re aliens out there?”

  “There are. We’ve already found proof of living organisms—”

  “No, I mean like aliens on TV.”

  “Could be.” He shrugged, grinning. “It’s a big universe out there, and we’ve only got the technology to actually see about four percent of it.”

  “So what’s the other ninety…?” Oh, crap, brain not working.

  “Six,” he said.

  “Yeah. I knew that. What’s the other ninety-six percent?”

  “That’s the eternal question, Ara, and the answer is: we have no idea.”

  “Helpful.”

  He laughed. “We have theories, though. Since the nineteen-thirties, we scientists have come to call the stuff we can’t see—the invisible substance that holds everything together—Dark Matter.”

  “Dark Matter?” I scoffed. “Sounds like a problem you have with a Sith Lord.”

  Jason chuckled. “And yet it is much more complex than a bad guy with a Lightsaber.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we can’t see it—yet. We know it’s there, because we can see the gravitational effect it has on objects around it, but light just shines right through it. We can’t touch it or capture it.”

  “Riiiight. A force that no one can actually see, yet you’re sure is there,” I said.

  “Yes. I mean, realistically, the stars in the galaxies don’t contain enough mass or gravity to stay together; Dark Matter is that bond—it’s what stops them all from flinging apart.”

  “A magic bond.” I smiled to myself.

  “Yeah,” he said. “And, you know what’s great about it?”

  “It’s not solid?” I joked.

  “Funny tonight, aren’t we?” He pinched my cheek. “No, what’s great is that we don’t know much about it. Right now, it’s just a mysterious form of energy. Imagine the things we can dream from that—imagine what may be possible if we could study it, harness it. Maybe all the magic of life is hiding up there inside that secret. ”

  “So you believe in magic now?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t really know, but then, if there’s no magic in the world, what are we?”

  “Well, you’re apparently the result of a genetic polarity that’s been triggered by vampire venom to change the way your cells interact with the universe and each other.” Unless you went with Arthur’s theory.

  Jason lifted my hand into his, threading his fingers through mine. “And you are simply a miracle.”

  I looked at the stars all the way over to my right, so he wouldn’t see my probably very red cheeks. “Why do they twinkle?”

  “Who?”

  “The stars, dummy.” I backhanded him; he caught my wrist before impact.

  “Astronomical scintillation.”

  “What the hell?”

  He grinned, kissing the back of my hand, then tucked it into his chest. “The light has to come through the atmosphere before we see it, and the interference of various elements bends that light, giving stars the appearance of twinkling.”

  “Well, that’s not very magical.”

  “I know.” He leaned his head on top of mine. “But it doesn’t mean they’re not wishing stars. Nothing is impossible until you’ve proven it impossible.”

  “Huh?”

  “I mean that, until you can give me proof that each and every one of those stars in the sky cannot and will not ever have the capacity to grant a wish, then I, and you, have every right to believe they will.”

  I bit my smiling lip. “David says wishing is good time wasted.”

  He laughed. “Do you know where he got that from?”

  “Where?”

  “My father.”

  “Really?” I sat up and looked at him.

  “Yup. It was Father’s favorite line.”

  “Why?”

  His shoulder came up to his ear then back down again. “He never had a lot of faith in anything good, especially us boys.”

  “I know.” I looked out at the ocean. “David tries to justify your father’s behavior.”

  “It’s his way of dealing with the abuse.”

  I sat back a bit to look at him. “How bad was it?”

  “It was worse for David than me.”

  “Why? I thought your father saw you as evil or something.”

  “Precisely why he saved his fits of rage for the child who was not protected by the devil.”

  I covered my mouth. “What did he do to David?”

  Jason rested his arms over his knees and leaned forward. “He wanted to break him.”

  “His spirit?”

  He nodded. “David never cried. Didn’t matter what Father did to him, he never cried.”

  “Why?”

  “It was his only defense. He wouldn’t give Father the satisfaction.” His jaw came forward a bit, his brows pinching in the middle. “I saw him cry once though.”

  “Did your father see it?”

  He shook his head.

  “Well, what happened?”

  “Father came home drunk one afternoon to find David and me fighting again. He pulled us apart and gave us a lecture about being young men, being good brothers. And David didn’t mean to, but he laughed. So”—he sniffed once—“Father threw him into the wall and broke his arm.”

  I pressed my palm firmly to my lips.

  “He had the maids toss David into the cellar; told them not to open the door until he cried.”

  “And he cried?”

  “Not in that cellar, no.”

  “How did he get out?”

  “I was walking home from school a few days later when Uncle Arthur came back into town, just passing through. He asked where David was, and I told him.”

  “And he helped?”

  Jase nodded, still not really looking at me. “That night, David was in his bed, his arm all bandaged up, and I saw him wipe a tear from his cheek.”

  The picture of the lonely scene made me ache all over. “Did you comfort him?”

  He shook his head, breathing out, and I could see that he was reliving that memory, because he just couldn’t stop shaking his head. “David and I had grown apart more and more by that stage. We loved each other, but for me to acknowledge his pain would have been to humiliate him. So, I blew out the lantern and went to bed with a pillow over my head.”

  “You poor, poor things.”

  “Come on.” He stood up, grabbed my arm gently and helped me to my feet. “Time to go inside. Your lips are turning blue.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Yes. Look at you, you’re shaking.”

  “But—” I pinched the hem of my dress, looking down.

  “What’s wrong, Ara?”

  “I… I’ve hardly spent any time with you since you’ve been here.”

  “We can come out here again,” he suggested. “And I’ll still be here tomorrow.”

  I nodded, looking at my feet. “Do you think… can… when we get back to the manor, can you stay with me for a bit?”

  “Stay?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  He grew a little taller, and the wind moved under his arms as he rubbed his head, brushing a mix of his cologne and him across my nose. “Ara, I want to. God knows I do… but it’s late
.”

  “Well, I’m not ready to go to bed yet.”

  “Yes, you are. I can see how tired you are.” He ran his icy thumb across the skin under my eye.

  “I know, but I like spending time with you, Jase—time that’s not just a dream.”

  “Aw, you sweet thing.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “How can I possibly resist that?”

  * * *

  The stars faded, keeping the secrets of this pair who sat talking all night without noticing time pass. There were so many things I wanted to ask him, so many things I wanted to say, but each time my thoughts brushed on the horrors of our past—things he locked inside as his own torturous regrets—he’d switch the subject. He was fighting a battle inside for what he’d done to me, and he was fighting it alone.

  I shuffled down a little more on the settee by the fireplace and crossed my ankles, my legs straightened out over his lap. “I wish we could do this every night.”

  Jason smiled down at my wedding ring, twisting it around on my finger for the hundredth time. “I’m sure my brother would approve of that.”

  “We’re just talking. I don’t think he’d mind.”

  He looked at my legs. “I’d mind—if I was him.”

  I laughed. “Only because you know you have all the wrong intentions. Whereas, I, on the other hand, don’t.”

  He shook his head, his tight lips blossoming into a full grin. “You are a terrible liar, Ara-Rose.”

  “Me? A liar?” I said, crossing my ankles the other way. “You’re just reading into it wrong. And why do you keep doing that with my ring?”

  He grinned down and brought his other hand up slowly, pinching the white-gold band between his fingertips. “I’m taking it off you.”

  “Why?” I straightened my finger, letting him slide the ring over my knuckle.

  “Because it looks wrong. We’re supposed to be a couple, yet you wear this like some shrine to your supposedly dead husband.” He slipped it into his pocket. “Removing this will give the people some hope.”

  I kept my eyes on his pocket for a few seconds. “Fine. But don’t lose it.”

  He laid a hand to his chest. “I’ve never lost anything I hold close to my heart.”

  “So your heart is in your back pocket?” I joked.

  “No. It’s on my sleeve,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes, but inside, thought that was really sweet.

  In the background, an acoustic playlist of my favorite bands kept time to our magic little world, each song bringing this closer to an end. We sat quietly then, both hearing the words to a song about being in a dream together, and Jason smiled, because they fit so perfectly to our situation.

  “Who’s this by?” he asked.

  “Gavin DeGraw.”

  The corner of his lip turned up sharply and his smiling eyes focused on nothing, as the words played out around us. “Do you think he wrote it just for us?”

  “Maybe he did, and he doesn’t know it.”

  “Maybe.”

  I ran the tip of my thumb over his nail, feeling the melody fill me up like Jason’s mere presence did, and neither of us had words for a while, because everything we wanted to say was being sung to us by a person we’d never met. But the song ended with the rise of day, and the sun reached out to all corners of the manor, blowing away the intimacy of candlelight with the cold light of truth.

  “I should go,” he said, rubbing a hand over my leg, warming it a little. “It’s not really right for me to be in here with you like this.”

  “How noble of you.” I rolled my eyes. “Yet it was okay while it was dark.”

  “I’m sorry, Ara. It’s just… I forget sometimes, you know.” His eyes narrowed as if he was thinking deeply. “I’m so used to you being mine, so used to being in that world of neither here nor there that it’s automatic for me to love you as my own. But it’s wrong, and I don’t wanna be that guy.”

  “I know. And I don’t want to be that girl, either.”

  He brushed his thumb over my jaw, smiling. “I know you don’t, Ara. And when we were in those dreams before, we were both so caught up in the confusion of it all and, honestly, I never cared if I hurt David, but somehow, throwing him on a fire to burn alive kinda mended the hatred I had for him.”

  “Then why didn’t you try that in the first place, instead of ruining the first ball I ever went to?”

  “Ooh, low-blow,” he said with a grin, his lovely dimple showing. “Well, if I could go back, I’d do it all differently.”

  “I know that, Jase.” I patted his hand. “And you’re right, you know—David would be very pissed-off to see us sitting like this.”

  “It’s just so hard, though.” He sighed longingly, looking down at my legs. “I want to be this way with you, and I know you want it too. And maybe that’ll change when you’ve got David here to love you like you need, but right now, while he’s not and while you’re willing to let me be close with you, I will have to fight incredibly hard with myself not to put us in situations like this.”

  “Situations?” I looked down at his hand on my lower thigh, his fingers falling softly between them.

  “Yeah, you know, getting closer, hanging out like we’re in love—spending the night together.”

  “It’s not like we slept together.”

  “It will happen though, Ara,” he stated. “If we keep this up, I won’t be able to let you go when he comes back, and neither will you.”

  I laughed then because, as he said that, the song on the speaker said, “I won’t let you go”, as if my playlist had been perfectly selected to musically portray our emotions. If Highway to Hell came on, I’d be very concerned.

  Jason laughed, obviously having read all that in my thoughts. “Speaking of highway,” he said, shifting my legs as he stood up. “I’ll hit it—leave you to sleep.”

  “I’m not tired.”

  “Liar.” He grinned and wandered over to my fireplace.

  I sat up. “Um, Jase, the door’s the other way.”

  “I know,” he said, then just stood there, rapping on the wall.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I have a theory about this wall.”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, my room has only one window, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “But from the outside of the manor there are exactly sixteen windows on the west wing’s second floor. So… where is the last room if my window is number fifteen?”

  “Urm… I don’t know.” I walked over to stand beside him.

  “Exactly. So, I got to thinking, and I did a little digging around.” He pushed on the wall panel. “When I was a kid, we used to find secret passages all over this place.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  “Can you show me some?”

  “Sure.” He pushed another spot on the wall and smiled. “One thing we came to learn was that most secret doors were a push-release panel; you shove it, it pops out, then you can open it.” He stood back and revealed a small opening where my wall was a second ago.

  “It’s a secret passage?”

  He nodded. “Leading into whatever is beside my room.”

  I looked at him, then at the door. “Can we go check it out?”

  He smiled, pressing the panel back in place. “Not today. You need sleep, and I want to make sure it’s safe before you go wandering around down there. This passage may not even lead to that room. I only suspected it because you said you heard noises coming up from the wall.”

  “I told you that?”

  “Well, okay, no, you thought it, but the point still stands. I’d just really like to be there to explore it with you. Will you wait for me?”

  “Why can’t we go now?”

  “Because”—he looked at his watch—“you have to be up for queen duties in two hours, and I’ve got to go into town today.”

  “What for?”

  “Shopping.” He grinned. “I didn’t bother packing any c
lothes when I left Rome, so I’ve been borrowing Eric’s, but he’s a bit bigger in the waist than I am.” He lifted his shirt and showed the gap between his golden V of muscles and the waistband of his jeans. “I need some new clothes.”

  “Clearly.”

  “Want anything from town while I’m there?”

  My eyes went wide. “A block of chocolate!”

  “Okay. If you promise to wait for me before you go down that tunnel, I’ll bring you a month’s supply.”

  “Okay. I promise.”

  He leaned in and lowered his face to meet me eye-to-eye, then held out his little finger. “Pinkie promise?”

  I looped mine over his. “Pinkie promise.”

  “Good. Now.” He kissed my head. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Okay,” I said, folding my arms, watching him open my bedroom door. “Night, Jase.”

  “Night, Ara.”

  As the door closed, the loneliness of my room swallowed me up again. All around my head, over-tiredness mixed with confusion, and I felt a tear on my cheek. I swiped it away and looked down at my hand—at the clear patch of skin where my ring should be. Since speaking to Arthur last night, I’d not had a chance to digest what he told me, because I couldn’t think of it while Jason was around. Now, alone in my room, finally with time to think, I didn’t want to.

  I waltzed over and sat by my dresser mirror, my eyes tracing lines over the face of the girl there. When she looked back at me these days, I saw only myself—not the mask, not the confusion or the troubled eyes of the lost soul—just me. What I felt for David, what I felt for Jason and even Mike was all clear in my head now. And it was okay. I loved Jason, though I had to keep that secret for the rest of forever. I loved David but couldn’t be with him yet. And I loved Mike as a friend. Clear.

  But being clear about how I felt meant one other thing confused me more: what to do about this dagger and Arthur. The only thing I was certain about was that Arthur wasn’t sure whether or not this dagger did what we thought, but we knew for a fact that David was hellbent on trying. Which meant there was a possibility he could die. And if that were the case then…

  I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and texted: Arthur, I don’t need to think about it anymore. I can’t lose him. Meet me tonight?