“No, my love, I can take it. I can wait for the time that we have together.”
But Elizabeth shook her head. “Don’t you see? It isn’t enough. It will never be enough. And now…now I no longer know what’s real. I cannot see the difference between night and day because it is always night for me. My heart is broken and cold, Matthew. The fire that used to live within me has gone out and I cannot serve him anymore. I cannot be his property. He may own my body and control my mind, but he will never own my heart. My heart, my soul, they belong to you. To you and to Amelia. But he will never stop trying to take them, and I fear he will take you both from me because of it.
“It must end,” she told him, wishing that weren’t the truth. Around them the wind howled, and thunder boomed through the night. “I cannot let him win. But please, please remember that no matter what dark magic he used to control me, my love has always only ever been for you.”
Any words he may have uttered were lost in their embrace as Elizabeth crushed her mouth to his in a passionate goodbye kiss. She poured every ounce of love and feeling she had left into that kiss, knowing she would never feel that way again. Matthew, too, clung to her as if he had finally accepted that this was the end.
Then he was viciously ripped from her arms and flung to the ground. Dabney stood over him, his sword pointed at Matthew’s chest, cold fury swarming over his face. “You dare take what is mine, you worthless excuse for a man?” Lighting lit the sky around him and Elizabeth trembled at his hateful sneer.
Matthew, on the other hand, stared coldly up at his adversary. “She will never be yours.” Kicking out with his left leg, Matthew swept Dabney’s feet out from under him and stood, drawing his sword as Dabney righted himself once more. “Her heart has always seen only me.”
“Lies!” Furious, Dabney attacked, his heavy sword raining down blow after blow, driving Matthew back. But he wasn’t to be beaten so easily. He pushed back as hard as he could, parrying and blocking in turn. Dabney raised his other hand and pointed it at the ground, and lightning struck at Matthew’s feet, sending him crashing to the ground.
Dabney’s cruel laugh flew through the end. “This is the man you would leave me for?” he jeered at Elizabeth. “This pathetic, poor man who pales in comparison with me? This is who you prefer?”
Even from meters away, Elizabeth could feel his anger, but she forced herself to stand tall and stare him down. He would lose tonight, whether he knew it or not. If only she could keep him focused on her instead of on Matthew. “You cannot control me anymore, James,” she called over the wind. Behind him, Matthew was finally climbing to his feet, his hand on his sword. Dabney hadn’t seen him yet. “I do not belong to you anymore,” she told him. “And I never will again.”
Dabney’s lips curved in a cold, cruel smile. “You will not belong to him, either.” Without warning, he turned, and drove his sword through Matthew’s heart.
“No!”
With one last look at Elizabeth, Matthew clutched at his chest before falling lifeless to the dirt.
Everything that had been holding Elizabeth together broke. Every tenuous fiber of sanity tore apart as she stared at the fall body of her one true love. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing was worth living for without Matthew. Feeling nothing but rage and pain, Elizabeth smiled triumphantly at the husband that was her enemy, wishing him an eternity filled with misery and pain. Knowing her death would seal his fate.
Then she threw herself over the cliff, into the rocks below.
CHAPTER 15
Ellie sat straight up, her heart pounding against her ribs in her chest. She could hear the rushing sounds of her own pulse roaring in her ears. Feel the crash of the waves against her bare skin; the water was icy cold. And the pain. Oh, the pain. Her body breaking as it hit the rocks below. But that pain was nothing compared to the heartbreak she had felt watching Matthew perish at her husband’s hand.
Elizabeth’s husband, she reminded herself. That wasn’t her. She didn’t just commit suicide. She was safe in bed, with Matt sleeping soundly beside her. Thank goodness, he was such a heavy sleeper, she thought. Otherwise, he would be having just as much as trouble believing all of this as she was.
Logically, Ellie knew it was just a dream, even if her dreams felt more like memories than visions. It hadn’t actually happened. She knew that. But oh, it felt as if she had died. Past life or not, she never wanted to experience anything like that, ever again.
Slipping from the bed, she crossed her arms over her bare chest against the cold, and fumbled through the dark for her bathrobe. Easing it on, she padded over to the bathroom and winced at the brightness of the light before gazing at herself in the mirror.
She looked horrible. Deep, dark circles sagged beneath her eyes in the soft lighting. Tentatively, she touched a finger to her skin. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. And, truth be told, it felt like she hadn’t. Every night, she was reliving somebody else’s life. A life, mind you, that had happened two hundred years ago.
Her Grandmother Victoria had really done a number on her life, leaving her this mess, she thought, surprised at her own bitterness. Stunned, she glanced at herself again. What was that? Yes, this whole thing with James was awful, and she hoped they found a way to stop it. She most certainly didn’t want to die. But it hadn’t been all bad. For the first time in her entire life, Ellie Fitzgerald had gone outside of the United States. That had to count for something. And, not only that, but she had gone to England of all places. The one country on Earth she had always wanted to go. She was now a homeowner of a gorgeous mansion, the same mansion that had been in her family for generations, in the beautiful town of Dover. It was where her mother had grown up, and had always been at the top of her list for English places to visit. What better way to finish her dissertation than to experience that world first hand?
And then there was Matt. If she had never come here, she never would have met him. She never would have fallen in love with the man she was nearly certain was her soul mate. Until him, she wasn’t even sure she believed in soul mates. One look at Matt McKinnon had changed all of that.
“Hey,” Matt said, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. “Is everything all right?”
Ellie’s lips turned up in a warm smile, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. “Yes, everything’s fine.”
His eyes searched hers, a frown marring his handsome face. “No, it’s not. Come here.” Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, not letting go until she took a seat next to him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
How was it that after only a handful of days, he knew her so well?
Grateful for the interest, and happy not to be suffering along, she relayed her dream to him. She stumbled at bit when she reached Matthew’s death, though her voice hardened when she informed him it was Lord Dabney that did it.
Matt listened with an increasing sense of seriousness. To his credit, he didn’t do much more than wrinkle his nose when she told him of how his own past life perished. Instead, he just sat there watching her speak, the wheels constantly turning in his mind.
“So, was that it?” he asked her, tapping a finger to his brow. “Dabney killed Matthew and you woke up?”
“Well, no,” she admitted, though she was rather reluctant to speak of her own death. He must have sensed it, because Matt gestured for her to continue. “After…after Matthew died, Elizabeth couldn’t stand the thought of being with Lord Dabney again, so…” Ellie swallowed hard. She could do this. “So, she threw herself off the cliffs.”
“Then the stories were true, how tragic.”
“I know. It’s awful. But she figured that since she was the object of his desire that if she died, he would somehow be lost too. I must say, it seemed to make much more sense in her head than it does mine. I have no idea how curses work, but it just seems to have been passed along to each generation. From what I can tell, when the next Hargrove woman comes of age, James shows up to see if she is his long, lost love; that i
s to say, me. If she’s not, all evidence indicates that he leaves her alone. If she is, well, she doesn’t live much longer than their meeting. Every time Elizabeth and Matthew are reincarnated they die. What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Matt simply continued to grin. “I just love it when you get all scholarly like that on me.” Moving in, he laid a kiss on her lips, then slumped back against the pillows once more. “It’s just so damn sexy.”
Though she smiled at his charm, Ellie couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. “Your sister said there wasn’t much time. What do you think she meant?”
Matt scoffed. “She was probably just trying to add some dramatic effect. You don’t know Phoebe like I do. She loves to do that stuff to the tourists. Says they just eat it up. Makes her a right foul git sometimes, if you ask me, but she has quite a few repeat customers, so maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Worry furrowed Ellie’s brow. “But what about the cards? She couldn’t have stacked the deck like that, could she?”
“Of course, she could. She’s a professional.”
“But would she?”
Matt thought a moment, before pursing his lips. “Well, no, probably not, especially after seeing how serious you were about the whole thing. But hey, don’t worry. We’re going to figure this out. I promise.”
“Yeah. I suppose.” Getting up, Ellie began searching for her clothes.
“What are you doing?” he asked, sitting up again.
Ellie tugged on her jeans and threw a sweater over her head, before reaching for her boots. “I just a need a little air. I’m okay,” she assured him, and he sat back once more. “I just need to get away from this room and all things Elizabeth for a few minutes.” With one last, quick kiss, she headed for the door. “If I’m not back in half an hour, come find me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Chuckling, Matt snuggled down into the covers and Ellie left the room, shutting the door behind her.
CHAPTER 16
The house was quiet. Almost eerily so. Usually, even when most of the staff were sleeping, there was somebody lurking around the halls for one reason or another. Tonight, however, she found the long, lavishly decorated corridors completely deserted.
Retrieving her coat, Ellie walked out onto the terrace and stared at the ocean. A cold wind whipped around her, sending her red hair cascading out around her shoulders. She loved the English coastline at night. It was almost magical, the way the waves crashed against the cliffs, and the white rocks of the cliff face gleamed in the moonlight. She could stand there staring at it for hours. She only wished she could do so without worrying whether she was going to make it through the night.
Walking out a bit further, Ellie clinched her coat tighter around her neck and leaned against the stone ledge of the terrace.
“Are you waiting for me?” a deep voice asked from out of the darkness.
Ellie jumped violently. She squinted into the night, trying to decipher where the voice was coming from, but she was unable to see so much as an outline of a body. “Who’s there?”
The man laughed coldly, and a tremble of fear played down Ellie’s spine. “Why, I’m insulted you don’t know, Elizabeth,” he said. She was certain he was getting closer. “After all, you are my wife.”
Stepping from the shadows, James stood before her, looking as handsome as he ever did in his long, brown coat. His dark eyes were so menacing at that moment that they were almost black. He was staring at her as if she were the canary he finally managed to catch. He just stood there; the cat, licking his lips.
Suddenly, Ellie felt more like Elizabeth than she ever had since coming here. “I am not your wife,” she declared, squaring her shoulders and staring him down. Where she got the nerve to do so, she wasn’t sure. “And quite frankly, I don’t think Elizabeth was either. You may have gotten her to marry you because she was obeying her father, you may have gotten her in your bed because that was her duty, but you tricked her into thinking she wanted all of that.”
James laughed, and she wondered how she ever could have found the sound pleasant. “My dear, love is a trick. I merely seduced you into believing I was everything you wanted.” Hatred flashed in his eyes, and overhead, thunder pounded across the heavens. “I could have been everything you wanted. I still could. But you’ve always chosen that McKinnon over all the riches and treasures I could ever give you. He is not worthy of you.”
“You’re wrong.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper, but it was coated in steel. “He is every bit as worthy of me as I am of him. He is a good man, with a kind heart and a keen mind. He cares about more than my body and fortune. He doesn’t need treasures and riches. He is everything I could ever want. It’s you, James, who are not worthy of me. And you never have been.”
Lighting flashed against the cliff, casting his features in anger in the bright light. The sickeningly sweet smell of roses drifted through the air, and Ellie used her sweater to cover her nose and mouth, determined not to fall for his seduction.
“I could have given you everything. Fortune, a home, a child. I did give you those things!” he insisted, he voice rising to an unnaturally high octave. Ellie winced. “All I asked for in return was a cooperative wife that would ensure my name did not get dragged into the mud like my idiot father who squandered all of our wealth!”
Ellie’s eyes widened in surprise. “So, you couldn’t give her your fortune any more than you could give it to me now, could you? I knew it. You wanted her to make you rich, not the other way around. You wanted the power and prestige that came with the Hargrove name, the wealth that came from the brewery. Your vineyard was your legacy, but you had run out of the funds to keep it going, hadn’t you?” When he just stared at her, his mouth gaping like a fish, she actually giggled. “You knew she wouldn’t love you. You knew she would figure out who you were, how dangerous and obsessively deranged you were. You knew she was in love with Matthew.
“So, you seduced her instead. But what kills me, is that you didn’t even believe you could do that on your own. You tried and failed, didn’t you? Probably even multiple times. So, you turned to black magic instead. What did you use, James? A love potion? Did you diffuse it into a scent as well? I know you were slipping her something to drink, just like I know you put something on the roses you brought me the other day. You used whatever aid you had to get her and me to do your bidding by manipulating us sexually.
“But you miscalculated, didn’t you? You believed that you could just control someone like that and get away with it, but you were wrong, weren’t you? Elizabeth had already found her soul mate. Matthew McKinnon was her soul mate. And there was no way you could separate the two of them. That kind of love, it has a power all its own. They may not have been able to be together, but that didn’t mean that power was any less potent, or that love was any less strong. And whatever protection those kinds of feelings gave Matthew and Elizabeth that night was violated when you killed him.
“And she wasn’t about to let you get away with it, was she?” Ellie asked, watching him with a vindictive glee she was positive was not her own. In fact, she felt as if there was more than one version of herself within her mind that night, and it absolutely terrified her. “Elizabeth knew that she was the one thing you wanted above all else,” Ellie continued, staring at James as if she were daring him to disagree. Where had all this assertiveness come from? “And she made sure you could never have it. Didn’t she? She killed herself right over there, just so you would never be able to hurt anyone in the Hargrove line. Whatever dark magic you had been using backfired when she hit those rocks and you have been cursed ever since.
“I bet you lost everything. I bet the fact that your family was penniless became the talk of the town, and I bet, no matter how many years you have lived, waiting to reclaim it, that you are still worth next to nothing.” Glaring at him, she smirked. “And I bet you hate it. Well, it serves you right, doesn’t it? Your
curse doesn’t just affect you, James, it affects Matt and me as well. And I hope you die knowing it was your own fault that things turned out this way.” Her chest heaving, Ellie stood there, mere steps away from him, and wondered if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Yet, to her astonishment, James simply began to laugh. “Ah,” he said, gathering himself once more. “There you are, Elizabeth. It’s so nice to finally see you again, after all of these years.”
“I wish I could say the same.” Ellie clapped a hand to her mouth. The words had been issued from her lips, but it was not her that said them. Could it really be Elizabeth speaking to him like that? Or had she finally lost her mind?
“Welcome back, my dear,” James crooned, slowly walking towards her. “I have missed you deeply. It has been too long.”
James reached for her hand, but Ellie instinctively stepped back and his hand dropped away. Thunder echoed behind the house. Was he somehow controlling the storm? Or was it just a coincidence that there was a wild storm, both when Elizabeth took her own life and now?
“You may think of me as you wish,” he told her, “but you would never have been susceptible to my charms had you not already been attracted to me.”
Alarmed, Ellie clenched her fist. “That isn’t true.”
“Oh, but it is, my love. It was always true. You were in love with McKinnon, yes. And somehow, your infatuation with him allowed you to shirk my advances and later break the spell my potion had cast on you. But in your own way, you were attracted to me, too. You were in love with me, too.”
“No.”
“Yes. You enjoyed the flirtations. You enjoyed my hands on you. You enjoyed the possibility that maybe, if you let yourself fall a bit, you could have everything you ever wanted. And a part of you wondered if I would be the one to give it to you. I did not force you to marry me, Elizabeth. Your father took care of that. And you married me without issue, not just because it was your duty as a daughter and your contribution to your family, but because somewhere in that flippant little heart of yours, you wanted to know what it was like to be the wife of a wealthy Lord. You wanted to parade me around on your arm like whatever new dress you were sporting that week, and show me off, trying to impress your friends. Part of you had to want me, you see, or my spell would never work.”
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