15 Chapter 15

The next morning, I ate my toast in quiet contemplation. There was something that had been tapping away in the back of my head for several days now.

"Are you going to spit it out, or just keep us all in suspense?" Magda said, the corners of her eyes crinkling with suppressed humour.

I sighed and finished the last buttered corner, licking my fingers. "Frank Mercer looks an awful lot like Seth deMage."

Alice nearly spat her tea. The poor girl inhaled it, and started coughing instead. Magda leaned over and thumped her back.

"Seth said he arrived one day to be his playmate. Isn't that unusual?" I racked my brain, but the war overrode all previous local rumours and gossip. Who had time for petty history when we were busy fighting for our lives?

Magda smiled and shook her head. "It happened before you were born. I'm not surprised you don't remember." She tapped her chin and closed her eyes. "Yes, just before you were born. The young heir must have only been around five years old? The duke went away and came back with Frank in tow, only a few months younger than Seth. As the years passed, the similarities between the two grew."

Alice finally stopped coughing. "You think they are related?"

I frowned at my friend. All of those romance novels must have withered her brain. "How long have you been stepping out with him, and you've never noticed it?"

That dreamy expression dropped over her face, the one that meant there would be no rational conversation from her. "I only have eyes for him; I never really notice the duke."

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes it escaped me as to why I was friends with Alice. "Are they, Magda?"

She shrugged. "Only one man knows for certain, and he was put to an end by the butler. Local gossip was the duke had a woman tucked away in Taunton. One winter she passed, and so he brought the boy to Serenity House to be raised with his legitimate son."

That would explain the similarities between them. I wondered how the duchess felt, having another woman's child by her husband and under her roof. Did she care for Frank regardless, or did she treat him like Elizabeth treated me?a dirty secret to be pushed below stairs?

Magda stood up, rapping hard on the table just once. "Better get a move on, girls. You have your chores to get done before you need to wake them."

Routine took over. Alice and I tackled the housework until it was time to rouse Charlotte and Louise. After luncheon, they decided on a trip out in the car. Fabulous news for us, as we had a break from their presence. Stewart looked dejected though. He had to don his stiff uniform and cap and drive them around. To top it off, they wanted Henry to ride shotgun today, not me. I tried not to poke my tongue out at him as they drove off, but I couldn't resist. It was worth it to see him smile in return as he thumbed his nose. Step by tiny step, we were bringing him back to us.

Back inside, we tidied up the parlour. Alice helped me roll the rug and take it outside for a sound thrashing, while Magda cleared away the tea tray. With a dust-free rug back in its spot, I plumped a cushion, when the flash of cream paper caught my attention. I slid my fingers down the back, and pulled free a piece of paper that unfolded in my hand.

The name Talbot and Dash was one I knew well?father's solicitors. Why were they corresponding with Step-mother? My body dropped to the chaise as I scanned the scant contents of the letter.

The writer advised that they could not disclose the contents of father's will. That made a shiver crawl down my spine; the horrid woman was trying to find out what she would inherit.

Father's condition suspended between life and death was convenient for Step-mother. As long as he lived she remained in control. With the property entailed, on his death the next available man would inherit, not me. It doesn't matter how much I love this piece of land or how hard I labour, I am a woman. The war created problems for families the length and breadth of England as lawyers scoured genealogies for a living male heir. So many men died or simply disappeared and titles needed a man to settle upon. Stories cropped up of humble privates who returned home to find a peerage thrust upon them.

The next bit of the letter took me by surprise. It stated that our small property was entailed to a distant relative, one Hubert Jeffrey, aged thirty-one and current resident in the neighbouring town of Wells.

"Oh crumbs," I whispered. That was the name on the back of the letters for Charlotte. Her pen-pal for some months now.

Elizabeth played a game and her youngest daughter was her chosen piece. Was Step-mother simply looking for a way to sell the farm from under us, so she and the girls might have prettier shoes or matching hats? Or would she sacrifice Charlotte to win her ultimate goal of a duke for Louise? Unable to glean anything further from the letter, I placed it amongst the mail on the davenport and headed for father's library.

He improved daily, even if by tiny increments?subtle eye movements and head turns that I noticed and Step-mother ignored. Hope soared in my chest just as a new feeling unfurled in my heart. I ran a hand along the rows of books, looking for one in particular.

I took the battered notebook from the shelf. The brown leather was worn and creased. In this journal was page after page of lives lost. And not just names but age, gender, description - anything that might help us identify and match a vermin with the person they had once been. A sad history of our village that Seth wanted to see.

Then we discovered the danger of not just a bite, but also the horrible sickness that comes from ingesting a vermin's blood. I scoured the newspapers daily for more information. Why does a bite transform a person but breathing in their blood does not? Or if it did, I simply hadn't seen or found such a reported instance. Science struggles to find both answers and a cure. Some doctors speculated it might be linked to the different blood types discovered before the war, and the arguments and research continue across the country.

As the second wave crashed after the first, I recorded all, trying to find a match in the notebook. Did they die in the first wave, or were they subsequently turned?

I ran a finger down the plain cover. There was nothing to give away what lay within its pages. When not required I kept it in the quiet sanctuary of the library, away from prying eyes. I tucked the notebook into my vest, placing it next to my heart. Elizabeth couldn't object to my role as slayer, not without offering up a replacement, but she placed obstacles in my path where she could. If she knew I was about to hand the notebook over to Seth, she would probably drop me down the well and nail on the cover. Any time I spent with him would be seen as a challenge to Louise's claim. Which is why I waited until they were out.

The young duke would marry a noble girl, like Louise, and I would go back to scrubbing the tiles and setting the fires. I tried to harden my heart and make it freeze again, but every moment with him made hope flare hotter in my chest, and the ice continued to melt. Soon our summer would come to an end, and I would be dashed back to the cold earth. But I would remember his touch, his kisses, and the way he spoke to me as an equal, not a servant beneath his notice. At night, I confessed everything to father in hushed whispers, while his still form sat in his wheelchair and listened.

I headed back through the kitchen. "Off to the big house," I called as I passed through.

Today I would take old Trusty. Once on the motorcycle, I opened the throttle and hurtled down the road.

I rode around the back of Serenity House and left the motorcycle by the stables. My instinct said to keep the bike hidden from the main entrance. You never knew when you might need to slip out unnoticed.

Frank walked from the stables, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyebrows shot up upon seeing my ride. "Nice. We had those on the front, how did you end up with one?"

"Father procured Trusty here and had it sent home." I patted the bike as though it were my faithful steed.

"Mind if I cast my eye over it while you're inside?"

"Yes, please." Mechanics was a new field, and the village had yet to find one of its own. We learned as we went along with the motors.

I stared at Frank with a new appreciation. Now the rumour that he and Seth shared a father was burrowed in my mind, I saw more that connected them. Apart from their build, it was the arch of an eyebrow and the smile that lurked in their gaze.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Sorry." I shook my head. "Just trying to figure out what Alice sees in you. I guess you aren't too malformed."

He threw back his head and laughed. I couldn't help but smile. This summer's good mood seemed to be infectious. "Careful, I could loosen the bolts on your ride."

He wouldn't dare. I stuck out my tongue and that earned another chuckle. "Seth's in the study?Warrens will show you." He gestured with his hand at a door. A brick propped it open, and the sunlight played along a short access way that led to the main entrance.

All credit to the butler, the stiff upper lip didn't so much as quiver as I appeared behind him in the hall, carrying a sword. Although his weapon of choice was more sporting-oriented, I believe.

"This way, miss." He strode across the opulent hall to a set of double doors, cracked them open, and cleared his throat. "Miss Eleanor to see you, your grace."

Frank called it Seth's study, but to my untrained eye it looked like a war room. The space had changed in just the few days since I was last here. A topographical map nearly covered one wall in its entirety, showing such detail that I could pick out individual houses and cottages. A table the size for billiards sat in the centre of the room, covered in books, papers, and what appeared to be tin soldiers. Seth, with his shirtsleeves rolled up, sorted through the scattered papers.

He looked up with a warm smile on his face. "Ella."

Gosh, I wish he would stop saying my name like that. The way he breathed those two syllables made my legs turn to jellied eels. Which reminded me, before I looked like a right pike, I was here for a reason. Reaching into my vest, I pulled out the notebook.

"I have the lists you wanted. From the beginning, I have kept record of everyone." I kept it in my hands. I couldn't bring myself to hand it over, not yet.

'Thank you, it will be invaluable. The War Office wants to chart the incidences of the turned, and you are one of the few who has kept such information from the start."

"Do they think it is diminishing?" The newspapers said the vermin were rarely spotted in the cities now, but I saw more and more in our village that we couldn't recognise or place.

He ran a hand through his dark hair. "I don't think they really know. They are disappearing from London and the larger cities, but what if they are going elsewhere? Migrating like birds, perhaps."

"It is summer. Maybe they're heading to Brighton?" At times you had to laugh, or else run the risk of losing your sanity. Although I doubted the vermin were heading to the beach to bask in the sunshine, my experiences said they were moving deeper into the countryside. But why?

The Duke of Leithfield smiled, but that didn't mean he found my joke humorous; perhaps he was just being polite. He swept a hand at his map. "Somerset is like many other regions. We are finding more turned who do not appear to have originated here."

"Why, though? Do they think we are easier fodder out here? Are city folk too well guarded?" The original virus disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The only way to increase their numbers was to bite healthy people.

"That's what we're trying to determine. If we map where they are found, perhaps that will tell us if they are following a path." He held out his hand, and with a tiny hint of reluctance, I handed over our district's sad history. He flicked through the pages, but I couldn't watch. I moved to the wall and stared at the hills, plains, and blue ribbons that made up Somerset.

"Oh, Ella," he breathed from behind me. "So many names."

My back stiffened, and I closed my eyes. I knew exactly how many names. There were two hundred and eighty-one marks against my soul. His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me against his chest.

"You don't fight alone anymore," he whispered against my hair. "They should never have expected you to carry this burden on your own."

I leaned into him. The contact grounded me and he was my anchor in a sea of desolation. Only his arms around me stopped the despair from sweeping me under.

"We had to find a way to cope, and the people find some salvation in knowing I am the condemned one."

Well, two of us were going to Hell now, since he lobbed off little Rose's head at the f腎e. Three if we include the butler. At least I wouldn't ride the fiery highway on my own and there would be someone to serve tea.

The thrum of his heart echoed through my torso, and his scent surrounded me. What I would give to stay here, to belong to him, to have a fairy tale ending.

A heavy sigh broke free of my chest. That's all it was?a fairy tale dream. I shall soak up every second while I am under the spell and treasure these moments, for when it is broken they will be all I have. Like a bell tolling midnight, I could hear a countdown echoing in my head, a harbinger of our end.

"What plans do you have for this fantastic map?" I peered up at him, reluctantly easing free.

"There are several things to overlay. Those who died in the initial pandemic and their burial places, first."

I nodded and ran my finger along roads to the cemetery. "Most went into a couple of mass graves at the edge, here." I tapped a spot. "Some of the more remote deceased were buried in familial plots on their land. Those ones are marked in my journal."

He kept one hand on my waist and gestured with the free hand. "Then we add in where you found the turned, and how far they have travelled."

I stared at the map that would soon show the path cut by my father's katana. "In the beginning, they were all locals who had clawed free of their graves. Over the last three months, I would say nearly all are from elsewhere. Rose was the first local in some time."

What happened at the child's home, and why hadn't we found her mother and brothers? Did they lie unfound in a field until death spat them back, and they rose to wander in a different direction?

He drew me to him for a brief kiss. "We will find the answers."

As I turned, movement past the window caught my eye. Thankfully, Seth's study looked out over the sweeping entranceway, and down to the river. A motorcar I knew well drove past.

Oh, hell.

"Bother," I muttered as I exhaled. "I have to go."

Seth frowned. "Everything all right?"

"No. Yes." Oh blast, which was it? "I just remembered I have another appointment this afternoon, and it would be terribly rude to leave them waiting at the house." That would be the most pathetic lie I had strung together in a long time.

He arched an eyebrow. "If you must. When will I see you again?"

"I don't know. Soon?" My feet itched to scram before Louise sauntered in and found me locked in the arms of her fianc?

Before he could offer up a protest, I ran. Straight out his door, past the stoic butler, I dashed down the darkened hall. As the shadows embraced me, the front door opened and the butler cleared his throat. I had the mental image of him blocking the way until I was hidden.

"The Lady Jeffrey and her daughters, Louise and Charlotte," Warrens announced to Seth, left standing in the doorway after my hasty retreat.

I hid behind a coat of arms. I should have darted right out the side door to the stables, but part of me needed to know?would he greet her with a kiss? Did he harbour genuine affection for Louise? While I scoffed at Louise's claims that he doted on her, part of me craved confirmation. Was he playing me false? Silly to be jealous I know, but you cannot reason with the heart. Or was it unfair of me? Would I condemn him to an unhappy marriage like his father? Surely it would be better if the couple did share mutual affection. Rising up on my toes, I peered over the ancient knight's shoulder.

"Your grace," Elizabeth said, holding out her hand to offer a limp shake. Seth took the offered limb and pressed it once.

"Lady Jeffrey, how unexpected." He frowned into the dim hallway and I hoped I didn't cast a shadow, before turning back to the interlopers.

"Seth," Louise breathed in a husky tone, as though she had come down with a sudden head cold. Or perhaps she had smoked a large number of cigarettes in order to deepen her voice and make it sound seductive.

"You all right, old girl? You sound like you're coming down with something," Seth asked.

A snort welled up in my throat. I had the impression her grand entrance was not going as planned. Louise blushed and coughed. Meanwhile, Charlotte took the opening and pushed herself forward.

"So lovely to see you, your grace." Charlotte held out her hand. "We were passing by and wanted to offer any assistance in organising the forthcoming ball."

Seth took her hand and placed a chaste kiss on the back, which made Louise's blush turn into an angry scowl.

"How kind." His gaze drifted around the entranceway, as though seeking an exit. Hopefully he wouldn't fix on mine, as there was only room for one behind the armour.

The butler coughed into his hand and waited until Seth faced him. "Afternoon tea in the front parlour, your grace?"

A pained look flashed over his face and was quickly hidden. A tiny part of me rejoiced, for it appeared that he didn't want to spend time with her at all. Perhaps it would not always be like that? One would hope, over time, that Seth's calm character might bring some change to Louise's shallow one. Or one could hope it would happen for his sake, if they were to fashion any future together. Otherwise, he might be the one booking passage on the next unsinkable ocean liner.

"Oh, that would be fabulous." Louise recovered herself. Her voice returned to normal, and she pounced on Seth's arm, dragging him out of my line of sight.

Poor bugger. I waited until their footsteps had faded, and slipped along the corridor out the door.

Frank stood by my motorcycle. "Gave it a once over, she's in good nick."

"Thank you. Henry does what he can, but four legs are his speciality, not wheels." I swung my leg over the sparse seat. "You might want to rescue Seth shortly with urgent business. He has been captured by the enemy and had the look of a man wanting to pull the pin on his own grenade." I winked and kicked the starter. Better scramble home, before they return and discover my chores not finished.

Frank laughed and waved as I roared out of the courtyard.