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MAY 8, 1974–DECEMBER 21, 2008
JAMES FRASER HIGHS MY THE
DARLING SON
DECEMBER 21, 2008
TAKEN TOO SOON. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.
She was standing on Evan’s grave, and the grave of Memphis’s unborn son.
Her mind whirled. Memphis had been visiting Evan’s grave last night, right before he came to her room and made love to her.
Not twelve hours after he kissed Taylor right on the spot where his wife died.
My God. What kind of man was he?
She wondered if he visited his wife’s grave often; she knew he wasn’t in the Highlands much anymore. Surely he was just tending to her grave. But in the middle of the night?
Looking around to her right and left, she saw the detritus that answered the question for her—small candles, broken stems, pieces of paper. A proper vigil had been kept here.
She looked at the date again and realized it was the a
Jesus. Today was December 21. She’d never thought to ask Memphis when she died. She knew it had been recent, but she’d never asked the actual date. And here she was, at his mercy, a pseudo-surrogate, on the death’s a
She whispered a prayer, of forgiveness, of apology, to Evan’s spirit, then backed away and headed back to the castle. She needed to get away from here.
She started down the path and saw a flash of red. She tried to ignore it, turned her head away, picked up her pace until she was almost ru
She was shaking, not from the cold, but from fear. She didn’t want to open her eyes, but when nothing happened, she finally screwed up her courage and looked.
There was nothing. Just the ever-present forest of trees, the thin blanket of leaves on the ground, and the chilled air.
She got up and turned slowly in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle.
Nothing but the gulls, soaring into the gray sky.
She knew she hadn’t imagined the red wave. It was almost like a cloth that had been draped in a breeze, flowing and rippling in the air, but luminous, more gossamer than thick. A disturbance in the air. Didn’t Memphis mention the ghost seemed borne of synesthesia to him? Was it possible that she was seeing the same thing?
Was Evan haunting her? Following her around the grounds of the estate? Coming to her in the night? Memphis had said the Lady in Red didn’t appear to anyone but the male heir to the title. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps all dead Highsmythe brides became the Lady in Red, and haunted whomever they damn well pleased.
She set off down the path, determined to gather herself once and for all. She was overly tired—a nap, her anxiety medicine and something stronger than tea was in order. She felt like an invalid, worthless to herself. She needed to get it together.
The first flakes of snow began to fall as she got to the back entrance, dancing lightly in the air. She stopped to watch their intricate ballet. Now this, this was real. Abundant water vapor causing small particles of ice, too heavy to be contained in the clouds, to fall to the earth. Science. Incontrovertible evidence. But at one time, it must have seemed like magic.
She opened her mouth and let one settle on her tongue, a cold pill that melted immediately. She took comfort in the fact that all things had an explanation, and headed inside.
The castle corridors were quiet. Deathly so. She hurried to her room, stripped off her outdoor gear, and grabbed her phone. There was a missed call from Baldwin. She took a deep breath. She pushed all thoughts of Memphis and last night out of her head. The two men were mutually exclusive in her mind. They had to be.
She dialed him back, and sank in the chair across from the fire as the phone began to ring.
“Hey,” he answered. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“I’m sorry. I went for a walk. It’s starting to snow.”
Calm. Banal. Perfect.
“Whoa! When did your voice come back?”
“During a hypnosis session with Maddee James. But I’m finished with her. She’s not very nice.”
She dropped another log on the fire.
“Well, I’m glad it’s back. It sounds wonderful, darling. You’ll be ready to go home in no time. Now you can just have a little vacation and relax. Right?”
“Yeah. So long as I don’t have any more bad dreams.”
“Why are you having bad dreams?”
What to tell him about that? That she was being visited by otherworldly creatures? That she thought Memphis’s dead wife was shadowing her? Hardly.
“Overactive imagination. They’ve been telling me ghost stories. I have nothing to occupy my brain.”
“That’s what happens on vacation. I saw on the news there’s a big storm heading your way.”
“Where are you? Can you say?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. But everything is fine. Case closed. The question is, will you be all right there by yourself?”
Oh, Baldwin. Will I? I hope so.
“Wait. How do you know that I’m going to be alone? Do you have someone watching me?” Her voice ratcheted up an octave. “What the hell, Baldwin?”
“Honey, that’s not what’s going on. Don’t be paranoid. Of course you’ll be fine. I know there are plenty of people around there. I know Memphis isn’t there, that’s all I meant.”
“I’m not being paranoid. I hate it when you say that. How did you know Memphis was gone?”
“He called me from London. He said you suggested he ask me for help.”
Memphis. You son of a bitch.
He better keep his fool mouth shut. God, if he made some sort of sly comment and tipped Baldwin off, she’d never forgive him.
“That’s a change of circumstance.”
Baldwin laughed lightly. “Sweetie. Please, let’s not fight. It’s just so good to hear your voice again. That means you’re getting better.”
Baldwin kept chattering, seeking to co
What had she done?
She loved him. She did. More than anything. And she didn’t feel like she could even tell him that, not without him getting suspicious. She needed him, not Memphis. She knew that. She’d always known that. God, she was so upset she was feeling dizzy. She took a few deep breaths for good measure.
“Honey? What’s happening up there? You sound really upset.”
“Just…give me a second,” she managed to say.
Get it together, fool. She swallowed hard, cleared her throat, and started again.
“I miss you.”
His voice warmed. “I miss you, too. No pressure, but if you want, I could come over for Christmas.”
“You’d do that?”
“I’ll do whatever you want, sweetie.”
She couldn’t help herself, she had to ask.
“Why are you helping Memphis?”
“Because I owed him a favor. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it when I see you, okay?”
“I should let you go. I’m getting sleepy.”
“In the middle of the day? Aren’t you leading the life of Riley? Lazybones.”
“It’s the talking. Head hurts, throat hurts.”
As she said it, she realized it was true. She really wasn’t feeling all that great.
“Oh, of course. I love you, honey. I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay?”
“Okay.”
She closed the phone and stared at it for a moment. She never felt quite so alone as she did when they disco
A wave of guilt overwhelmed her.
He could never know about yesterday.
She’d have to find some way to explain to Memphis, to make him understand that she didn’t love him. Not the way he wanted. Though his coldness this morning meant he might have already figured it out.