state. Clara-once Evelyn, now wholly Clara in private moments-lay restless in her bed. Her dreams had become riddled with strange visi
ngled around her legs. So
he silence wa
e fire that refused to burn. The logs had long since died into embers, but he stood
her usual frost. "Stil
. "She looked just li
ched. "She is nothi
the sam
d us. Don't forget who cle
wasn't a mess. She was the onl
hose your daughter over your mistress. I made you
. "That decision kill
herself a drink. Her hands were ste
e no longer walked the grounds with the same practiced confidence. There was a
n the old mare that had once belonged to the real Gabri
ere?" she asked, watc
k on his lips. "You're the
a direct
trokes. "At first, I just wanted to destroy this place. To make her hurt-the
d n
es heavy. "Now I'm n
o the stall. "You
N
rking with
es
't flinc
pa
Isabella mean a
"That was my
s not
g inside
refully. "She's alive.
eady. "That's not possible. My fa
father
d drawer in Beatrice's private study. It had taken weeks to learn the timing, t
s the photographs. A collection of candid images, most of them Clara, some of the real Gabriel. One of a woman in a r
ed the envelope: Control is l
now what it
tended to
, Clara di
aveling her thoughts. Her mother was alive. Had sent him. H
st past two. The house was
der sat alone, shirt sleeves rolled, bloo
out a word and took his
wound with a handkerchief. "Julian confr
d to sto
't kno
es from his. "Then tell me w
Then: "My na
ng in the ai
ed it soft
ying it out loud had
e seeing the man behind the ghost. "Whatever this w
t change doesn't erase
the shadow of the grand stair
he still had one, t
Isabella smiled as she
t she hasn't tu
e a stack of ledgers-ledgers filled with names. Fam
lame," Isabella murmured. "Sh
with ink-stained hands, said, "S
beneath the east wing. That's where the origi
the balcony outside her father's old study. Th
r mother had once ridden across.
was true, then everythi
n't whether she
she still forgive herse
side her, a part of her w