Bitter Oath (New Atlantis)(31)

The flickering candle, or the opening door, must have alerted Rene to her presence. She heard his deep voice, with its touch of a French accent, coming from the darkness.

‘Ma Chere, I prayed you would come.’

She moved further into the room, and now she saw him on the edge of the candle’s glow, sitting up in the four poster bed, his chest naked, staring at her like he was a wild cat staring at its next meal. That thought made her chuckle light-heartedly.

‘Why sir, you are naked. Where is your nightdress? Are you not cold?’ She moved even closer, until she stood beside the large bed, looking deep into eyes that were only shadowy caverns at that moment.

‘Thoughts of you keep me warm, Chere. But I will be warmer still with you beside me. Come to bed, wife, I have missed you.’

She didn’t have to be invited twice. After putting the candle on the side table, she dragged her nightgown over her head. Beneath it, she was naked, and the look in Rene’s eyes when he saw her, sent her already ragged pulse into fast forward. With a secret smile, she climbed up onto the bed as he pulled the bedding back so she could join him.

‘Where has my proper Miss disappeared to? Who is this confident siren who comes to my bed in the night? Am I dreaming?’ His voice held amusement, as well as desire.

‘Is it not proper for a wife to meet her husband’s needs?’

‘Oh, very proper,’ he growled, as he reached out to run his fingers through her long hair. ‘Is it proper for a husband to meet his wife’s needs?’

She smiled as she leaned in to kiss him gently but thoroughly. His breath caught in his lungs as her breasts brushed against his chest.

‘More than proper. Necessary. Mayhap we can meet each other’s needs at one time?’ Her tongue slid out, and licked his smiling lips cheekily.

‘Mayhap we might. Come here, wife, I need to feel your body next to mine. I want to love you in a way I have never loved you before.’

‘In what was is that?’ she said, as she ran her fingers through his long, straight hair, feeling the glossy pleasure it gave her senses.

‘Happily. With no bitter-sweet shadow hanging over us.’

‘It does feel rather like I have been release from the gallows. I like the thought that I do not have to die in a few months’ time. But more than that, I love the thought that I can spend a lifetime loving you.’

‘Don’t be miserly, Ma Chere. Not a lifetime, dozens of lifetimes. As many as we need.’

‘I will take one of those clones?’ The thought made her a little uncomfortable.

‘You will, and we will grow old together time and time again, while we watch our world heal. Mon Dieu, that sounds like Heaven!’ He kissed her then, deep and long, until they were both breathless and needy.

Hands roamed familiar territory, as if for the first time. For Liv, being back in her old world brought back all her old social conventions. The idea that she was playing the wanton to a young man who, from this time’s perspective, she barely knew, was an aphrodisiac. It felt familiar, yet strange, to be making love on a horsehair mattress lined with goose down. The soft crunching sound as they moved was at odds with the cloudlike quality of the enormous bed she and Rene had shared at the villa.

‘What is it?’ he mumbled into her hair, as he felt her chuckle.

‘I was comparing beds. This is not nearly as conducive to love play as our bed at home. The rustling makes me think of bed bugs.’

He laughed against her neck. ‘You do not know bed bugs, Ma Chere. Last night at the Inn in Ripley I scratched myself raw from bed bugs. Maybe I have brought my infestation back with me, although I did my best to bathe before your arrival.’

‘You knew I would come?’ she demanded indignantly. ‘Am I such an obvious wanton?’

‘Wanton? Oh yes, Chere. And extremely glad I am of it. But it was more a personal need for cleanliness than a surety that you would come tonight. I know we must be discreet. I still worry that we might be caught, and your father will run me through.’

‘I cannot remember mention of any such thing in my family history.’

‘Nor is there mention of a hoax death. Not everything that happens is recorded, and truth is what the scribe makes of it.’

She licked down his chest until she reached his pulsing manhood. With a giggle, she watched him gasp and jerk at the first lave of her tongue. His hands buried themselves in her hair, convulsively.

‘How is it that you found the solution to our tragic predicament?’ Her tongue licked him again. Only half her mind was on her question. The other half was enjoying the pleasure her man was so obviously experiencing. Jane had been so right. There was nothing they did together that was wrong or sinful. Everything was right.

‘It is a paradox, Ma Chere. I felt the need for closure, so instead of going home, I went to the day of your funeral. There I met your sister Augusta, who was extremely vexed by my presence. After some understandable misunderstanding on my part, she shared with me that I had devised a plan to fabricate your death, so we could be together. Her husband provided the wherewithal to stage the death scene, and signed the death certificate. Portia’s doting curate helped to stage the burial. Your coffin contains bags of sawdust, so I was informed.’

‘How is it possible? Where did the idea come from first? You did not have it before you left here. Had such an idea even crossed your mind?’

They had stopped their play, and were intent on their discussion now. Rene frowned, as he thought of answers to her questions. ‘I have no idea where the idea came from. I certainly had not entertained such an extreme measure before I met Augusta. And yet, it seems so simple. It is a ploy as old as Romeo and Juliet, for star-crossed lovers such as us.’

‘So you did not think of it, and yet Augusta told you it was your idea. And after today, it would seem it is your idea. But yet it wasn’t.’

‘The chicken or the egg. What came first? A paradox, Ma Chere. Whatever its source, I am more than grateful.’

Liv leaned in, and rested her head against his muscular chest. ‘Oh Rene, I was in agony last night. The idea of never seeing you again. I have never felt pain like that before. I never want to feel it again.’

‘And you never will. Mon Dieu, the more I think of it, the more of a miracle it seems. I feel so undeserving…’ She felt him kiss the top of her head.

‘Miracle indeed.’ She drew back from him, and kissed him again, languidly. ‘To think I was happy to live my life alone, before I met you. How ludicrous that seems now.’

His clever fingers strayed down between her legs, and all thoughts of miracles disappeared. All she could think of was his touch, and the sensations he drew from her body. This was a miracle in its own right. She let go, and allowed him to take her higher.





Autumn 2335 New Atlantis GAIAN CONFEDERACY



Jane stood waiting for the Portal to open once more. Her heart was heavy with grief, not only for her lost friend, but for Rene, who would be shattered by what he had been forced to do. What would that feel like? To have to take the one you loved back to her certain death, and then leave her there, alone. No wonder he had been wild in the last weeks since he was told of the deadline. How could she part with Julio like that? Not possible.

She clung more tightly to Julio’s hand, and he drew her closer, sensing her pain. Then the Portal was lit up with showering sparks again, and the hum filled the Start Point cavern.

‘Dear God, I half expected him not to come back,’ she heard Cara say behind her. She had thought the same thing herself.

‘We know what happened. It was always going to happen. Isn’t that your logic?’ Jac said to her softly, as they watched Rene step through the shower.

With his right hand outstretched behind him, it took them all a second to realise what they were seeing. Liv was stepping back through, too, her hand gripping Rene’s, half a step behind him.

‘He couldn’t do it,’ Maggie said, with joy in her voice. Jane felt the dual pulls – one toward happiness, one toward dread.

They both looked so happy. It wasn’t fair that their happiness would be taken from them. The committee would force Liv to go home. And they would stop Rene from Jumping back to her again. This was just a reprieve. Why didn’t they just disappear into another time, if they wanted to try to escape their destiny? It would be what she would have done.

Jac moved forward, ever the protector of their fragile world. Rene held up his hands as if in surrender, but he was laughing as he did it.

‘Do not worry; the time-line is safe. As far as history is concerned, Liv died in a riding accident, just as recorded. The unwritten story we will tell you over coffee and a decent meal.’

Everyone was looking at everyone else, unsure what to make of his declaration. When Liv laughed, let go of Rene’s hand, and rushed down to embrace her, Jane stopped worrying. This was not the reaction of a woman who still had the sword of Damocles hanging over her. This was a woman returning home for good.