'Of course you do.' He exhaled and gave Court a rare look of pity. 'You want it so badly you'll do anything to convince yourself it is, but all you're doing is hurting her.'
Court was shaking his head, watching in misery as Ethan opened it to the last page. Their page.
'Good on you, Court. Why wait for 'death and torment' when you can meet it head-on? A career killing for money, seducing innocents…By the time you're my age, you'll have bypassed the deeds I've done.'
That rocked him. Ethan was not a kind man. He'd always made the detestable things Court did seem petty.
'Strange,' Ethan mused, 'I feel no different than I did when I was still the most evil MacCarrick.'
Court ignored his grim humor. 'And what if her brother never comes? You have all the answers—what should I do then?'
'You know Hugh and I can find her a place of safety.'
'I can keep her safe. I will go down there and destroy every Rechazado to protect her.'
'But you still have to let her go. If you will no', you'll prove you doona care for her enough. If you truly did, you would never even chance her life. Look at Hugh—he refuses to be near Jane, but you think to marry yours.' Ethan slammed the cover shut.
With a last revolted look at the book, Court stormed from the room, passing Hugh on the way out. 'Watch Anna. And doona let him or that bloody book get near her.' Outside he scarcely noticed the people on the street darting out of his way.
'Out for a spell.' That was Hugh's cryptic answer when she'd asked where Court was. When she'd asked two hours ago. She didn't like it when he went out, could imagine far too many scenarios where he got ambushed, where he was outnumbered.
She paced the foyer, not caring that the servants gave her queer glances. They would anyway, since they all knew she was being bedded by MacCarrick daily, sometimes hourly.
Finally, he strode in the door from the drizzle outside, shaking his soaked hair like a wolf. He must have been walking outdoors the entire time.
'Where have you been? I was worried.'
There was a bleakness in his eyes that wasn't there before. 'What's happened?' he asked.
'Nothing. I just missed you and you didn't say good-bye.'
He put his hands on her shoulders, absently rubbing her neck with his thumbs. She knew it was an unconscious gesture. 'I was reminded of something today,' he said, his words halting. He seemed to realize he touched her, because he looked surprised and cast his hands down.
'What is it?' she asked, becoming alarmed.
'I've realized things about us, about the way…about the way I feel, and I never want to hurt you. I am going back to—' He fell silent and tensed visibly, then turned back to the door, his body rigid and protective in front of her. His hand went behind him under his coat and rested on a pistol she hadn't known was there.
One of the front doors flew open, and MacCarrick relaxed the hand on his gun.
'Aleix?' He was well! He was here! She ran to hug him.
'Are you all right?' Aleix demanded as he took her shoulders to study her. 'Are you unhurt?'
'Yes, I'm very well,' she assured him. Seeming convinced of her well-being, his attention focused on MacCarrick. Aleix looked as though he'd kill him. 'Now, Aleix, let me explain—' A figure drew Annalía's gaze. She turned back to the door, gaping. 'Olivia?'
At that moment, Aleix charged MacCarrick, who met him, the two like animals after each other's throats as they fell into vases, pummeling each other. Oh, God, she didn't want either one hurt!
'You filthy Scot,' her brother bellowed. 'You put me in Pascal's prison, then you take my sister? You are about to die.'
Wait, Court put Aleix in prison?…He'd said he didn't. He'd said he never attacked them—'Oh!' She put her hand over her mouth. He never said he hadn't fought against Aleix.
'Enough!' Everyone froze. Annalía slowly peered over her shoulder to find a man—an older version of Court, but for the twisting scar running down his face. This must be Ethan. If possible he was more menacing than Courtland and Hugh.
Hugh strode in. Annalía heard Olivia mutter in Spanish, 'Terrifying, petrifying, and horrifying.'
'Court, I doona care who you're fighting or why,' Ethan said. 'Do it outside the house.'
Court gave him a grim nod, then looked at Aleix. Aleix turned for the door.
When the sound of the fight ensued, she and Olivia started after them.
'Stop. Now,' Ethan said to them, his voice low and threatening.
She stopped and noticed Olivia did as well as they both turned back.
'But we can't let this happen,' Olivia said.
'They'll kill each other!' Annalía cried.
'No, they won't.' When Ethan spoke she felt compelled to believe him. She relaxed marginally until he added, 'Court will undoubtedly thrash him.'
Both gasped. Annalía's hand went to her forehead. Olivia scanned the room, no doubt for a weapon, the little witch.
'Is no one pulling for my brother?'
Annalía could have sworn that this amused Ethan, not that you could tell by the granite expression on his face. Maybe the skin around his eyes wasn't as tight. His jaw not so clenched.
'No,' she and Olivia said in unison, then glared at each other.
'I canna wait to have these dynamics explained to me. Shall I tear Court off your beloved…?' He trailed off, expecting them to answer.
'Aleix! His name is Aleix, and he's my brother. And yes, you should.'
'He's my fiancé and you should, but not because he needs you to,' Olivia quickly added.
'No, indeed he doesn't,' Annalía sniffed. A split second later: 'Fiancé?'
While she restrained herself from clawing the witch's eyes out, the older MacCarrick walked outside, in a leisurely stride.
Minutes later, both men returned behind him, wet from the drizzle. Aleix's nose and lip bled, and both his eye and cheek were swelling. MacCarrick had no such marks, but then he was a professional killer….
'Get in the carriage, Annalía,' Aleix said between breaths. 'I'm taking you away from here.' To MacCarrick, he said, 'When I get her safe, I'll come back to finish this. Make your peace.'
When she didn't move, Aleix took her hand. She pulled it free to march in front of MacCarrick. 'Please tell me you didn't put my brother in Pascal's jail.'
His gaze was locked on hers. 'I canna do that.'
'Why did you never tell me? You said you didn't attack them. And I believed you.'
After a long pause, he grated, 'They—attacked—us,' every word as though pulled from him.
'It doesn't matter,' Aleix said from behind them. 'You jailed us. You kept us from killing Pascal.'
'Jailed, aye. No' killed,' MacCarrick bit out. 'You brought us farmers and ranchers. It would have been a slaughter.' She knew he didn't often give explanations for his actions and was surprised that he would do it now.
'We were closing in on Pascal.'
'You were closing in on the Rechazados protecting Pascal. Putting you in jail saved your lives. Ask Pascal's daughter.'
With obvious reluctance, Olivia said, 'It's true.'
Aleix gave him a disgusted look. 'I would rather have risked it than have my people suffering.' He offered Annalía his hand again. 'Come with me before he decides to ransom you.'
She waited for MacCarrick to interrupt him. To argue with him. He did nothing, just stood watching her. Her heart hammered so loud she wondered if everyone could hear it.
'Now, Annalía,' Aleix told her in Catalan. 'Leave your things and come with me.'
MacCarrick had sworn he would get her to her brother. His task was complete. And though she'd thought they had made a commitment to each other, he'd never asked her to marry him and they'd never talked of the future. You're mine, he'd said like a vow.
Obviously, he'd done the same twisting of the truth that he'd done concerning the fight with her brother.
