Chapter 30: Maddison Smith

Maddison Smith faltered slightly as she stepped into the minimalist lobby of the small boutique hotel. She hadn't realized it was so exclusive.

Even though she was well dressed, well enough to look as if she belonged here, she felt as though everyone must surely be able to see under her skin to the very heart of her, that beat so unsteadily.

It had been so long since she'd been in a place like this. Another lifetime, another woman. She should have picked a more down-at-heel hotel. This kind of hushed luxuriousness reminded her of too much and made the skin on the back of her neck prickle.

She was completely oblivious to the several appreciative looks she drew, with her dirty hair and flawless creamy skin, which contrasted with her ever so slightly awkward grace as she moved.

Her expressive full mouth tightened as she looked for a seat, willing herself not to let the rising panic overwhelm her. She couldn't think of the past now. It was gone, and with it—Her step faltered again as a slicing pain ripped through her, stunning her with its intensity, with its rawness, its newness…even though it was old. And she felt old—a lot older than her twenty-seven years.

She found an empty seat and sank into gratefully. Within moments a waiter had come to take her order for Earl Grey tea. She sat back and crossed her legs, taking a deep breath. She had to get it together. Had to be in control and above all calm.

She would have to discuss with her doctor in less than ten minutes, she had never expected to come back here for her last....

That slicing pain gripped her again, and she was made aware of how tenuous her control was. She needed time to gather herself. Perhaps she'd been silly, scheduling the appointment so soon; she was literally just off the train. This was the first time she'd been out in public again in two years. In the busy, heaving metropolis of London. Somewhere she'd truly never expected to be ever again.

Just then her attention was taken by a little boy, who was running and fell headlong at her feet on the marble floor. With instinctive and unquestioning swiftness Maddison was out of her seat and bending to lift the boy gently, her hands under his arms, a reassuring smile on her face.

'It's okay, sweetheart. I don't think you've really hurt yourself, have you? You look like a very brave boy.'

He stood unsteadily on chubby legs, his face veering between crying and not crying, a lip wobbling. He was adorable. Dark blond hair, olive skin and huge eyes…they were the color of the Ocean. Unusual and distinctive.

Too unusual and distinctive.

Shock slammed into Maddison like a punch in the gut. They were, in fact, the exact unique shade of Blue that looked back at her in her own mirror every day. With that thought came a surge of something so instinctive, so primal, so inexplicable Maddison felt the world flip over and right itself again at an angle.

She held onto the boy. He'd obviously decided against crying, and looked at her guilelessly, his mouth cracking into a huge grin, showing tiny baby teeth. He rubbed his forehead and babbled something unintelligible, but she didn't hear him. The shock was so intense that she couldn't breathe.

This couldn't be him…couldn't be.

Had she dreamt of this moment for so long that she was hallucinating?

That was it. And perhaps arriving back like this was too much. Perhaps…But as she looked into his face, those eyes, she knew rationally it couldn't be possible. Yet her heart told another story, every instinct clamoring loudly.

Black-shod feet had appeared behind the boy.

A man.

There was a blur of movement and she had a sense of his size, his magnetism, even just in that quick moment as he bent down to pick the little boy up.

His scent washed over her. Cassia

It was familiar.

Her heart had already stopped beating.

Blood froze in her veins.

Her hands dropped.

A coolly cultivated deep voice came from far above her head. The man spoke with a slight accent that was barely noticeable '…need eyes in the back of your head, they move so fast…'

she couldn't believe what she was hearing or seeing. He was tall, so tall that even when Maddison stood fully—she didn't know how—he towered over her own not inconsiderable height. He was so sinfully handsome that her brain seized—exactly the way it had when she had seen him for the first time.

This couldn't be happening. This was too, too cruel. Life couldn't be this harsh. And yet she knew well that it could.

He was still talking. And then abruptly he stopped, and the warm smile faded. Dark blond brows drew together over piercingly light blue eyes. The color of blue ice.

They pierced all the way through to Maddison's heart and soul, ripping her open, laying her bare to the myriad expressions crossing his face: the shock of recognition, disbelief…and then something much more potent. Disgust, anger…hatred. Rejection.

Maddison felt her mouth move as if to speak. But nothing came out. Everything seemed to hurtle around them in fast forward, but they were cocooned in an invisible bubble. Suspended in time. She looked at the little boy held high in his arms, and that was her downfall. She felt as if her heart would explode. It was all too much.

She had one coherent thought before she slid into a dead faint at her former husband's feet: my baby.