Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1)(155)
But Abby’s eyes were on Kieran and Jenny, both of whom also were on the roof and both were staring at Ben.
“My God,” Kieran breathed.
Abby, nor Ben, had any chance to explain.
Cassandra moved forward and said urgently, “We don’t have much time. We have to get them back home.”
Before anything could be said Lorna moved in front of Cash and Abby. Her eyes were on her grandson.
“You’ll be happy?” she asked, her voice soft but fervent, her face intent.
Abby looked up at Cash and saw his jaw clenched.
Then he replied, “Yes, Gran.”
Lorna smiled and looked at Abby.
Quietly she murmured, “You remind me of…” she hesitated and then the sad look came back into her face, “well, me… a long time ago.”
Abby’s heart went out to her and she asked, “Is ‘home’ a happy place for you?”
Lorna nodded. “Yes, my dear. Very happy,” her face went soft and the sadness again disappeared, “now it will be even happier.”
Her eyes moved back to Cash, roamed his face fondly then they turned to Cassandra and she nodded.
Cassandra lifted her wand, muttered some rhyming words, ended it with “so mote it be” and a spark of bright, silver light shot from her wand and hit Lorna.
Lorna’s gaze turned to Cash, she smiled, her entire body started glimmering then she faded away.
Abby’s arm slid around Cash’s waist and she held on tight.
Without delay, Anthony moved in front of them.
“You’ve taken care of Alistair?” he queried, eyes on Cash.
Cash nodded and Anthony nodded in return.
Quietly Anthony stated, “She’s different, you know, where she is now.”
Abby felt Cash’s body grow rigid at her side and she knew Anthony was talking about Cash’s mother.
“Healthy?” Cash asked.
Anthony nodded again. “And happy.”
Abby swallowed the tears crawling up her throat and pressed deeper into Cash.
“I don’t want you taking the Beaumaris name,” Anthony announced. “I want you to usher in the era of the Frasers. Your grandfather deserves that, as does your mother.”
Cash jerked his head in agreement and Anthony looked at Abby for a moment before training his eyes back on his son.
“This one’s going to be a handful,” he declared and Abby didn’t know what to make of that.
She heard amusement in his voice when Cash replied, “I’ve already figured that out.”
Anthony grinned and Abby caught her breath.
His grin melted the forbidding, somewhat scary look of his face and morphed him into an almost exact heart-stoppingly handsome replica of his son.
Anthony’s eyes went back to Abby and he noted roguishly, “The Beaumaris men have always had good taste.”
“I’ve heard that before,” Abby muttered.
He threw back his head and laughed, the same, rich, deep, beautiful laugh as Cash.
When he was done, he turned to Cassandra and gave her a sharp nod.
She lifted her wand and spoke again, the silver beam shot from her wand and hit Anthony.
His eyes went to Cash, his body glimmering and then fading away.
Before he was gone, Abby saw his mouth move, his body disappeared but the words shimmered in the air around them.
“I’m proud of you, son.”
Abby tried hard not to emit the hiccoughing sound of her sob but she didn’t quite achieve this feat. Cash turned to her, both his arms moving around her and he kissed her forehead.
Then Ben appeared before them and Cash pulled slightly, but only very slightly, away.
Abby held her breath then let it go to say, “Ben.”
“He’s freaking tall,” Ben commented, eyes shifting to Cash.
“Oh Ben,” Abby whispered, torn asunder, wanting to laugh and wanting to scream and lastly, but most especially, wanting to cry.
She also wanted to touch him, having lived for that opportunity for four years. But oddly, even as she wanted it with a desperation that was the definition of longing, at the same time she did not want it, but instead wanted to move on.
“And kind of bossy,” Ben continued, breaking into her confused thoughts.
“He is that,” Abby murmured and Ben grinned.
Cash showed no reaction at all.
Ben’s eyes came to Abby and he told her gently, “You gotta let yourself be happy, honey.”
“I –” she started but he shook his head, lifted his hand as if to touch her and Cash tensed.
Ben’s hand dropped away not because of Cash but because Ben couldn’t touch her and Abby saw the frustration slide through his expression before he hid it.
Then his face assumed the look she’d seen a million times. It was the look he got when he was being serious and trying to cut through her stupid, stupid, stupid stupidity.
“You gotta let yourself be happy.” His voice was fierce and demanding and it was at that moment that Abby realised she’d forgotten Ben could be pretty bossy too.
“Ben –” Abby started again only to be interrupted again.
“I don’t want to hear it, beautiful. This can’t go on, the way you’ve been.”
“But I –” Abby began again only to be interrupted again.