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For the fans...

Forty-Four Book Three

by

Jools Sinclair

PROLOGUE

Up until now he had known love only once.

Not from his mother, who had died in childbirth along with his infant sister when he was three. And not from his father, a harsh, ruthless man who had made his fortune in shipping and who had little interest in raising two sons by himself.

“It was she who wanted that baby,” his father muttered under his breath late in the evenings, usually after a few drinks.

When Nathaniel thought about his mother, he had a tender spot for her but not much more. Grief, if he had ever felt it, had long since slipped away. Other than photographs he could only remember her in her coffin, her face sheet white against those unnatural dark lips. And then standing in the cemetery holding his brother’s hand, a bitter wind blowing into them as they lowered her into the ground.

The Mortimers lived in a mansion, but it was a vast, empty shell of a house, void of any human feeling, of any heart.

Then one day, Nathaniel found love by accident.

It was in the summer between his sophomore and junior years of college. She was working in a restaurant close to the docks and he was working for his father’s company, learning every aspect of the business at the old man’s insistence. Whether Nathaniel wanted to or not, his father expected him to take over when he graduated. He knew his brother had been the first choice for the post, but Benjamin was in medical school and had made it clear that he had no plans of working in the family business.

At first Nathaniel didn’t recognize what was happening. He couldn’t eat, barely slept. He had been swallowed by a strange, constant awkwardness. He thought about her obsessively, the girl with the red hair that fell in waves around her delicate face and who had those big green eyes that looked like emeralds.

He started going to that dingy diner every day and sat side by side with the dock workers just so he could watch her from a back table, hear her gentle laugh as she talked effortlessly with the customers. Nathaniel wasn’t alone. A hush fell over conversations when she came near, ache and longing flickering across the faces of the men. She made their lives better just by walking by.

She was like an opera in a world without music.

His heart felt as if it were being ripped from his chest when he stared at her, felt like it would explode as he sat there. Each day he fled the café, relieved to get back to work. But his mind refused to release its grip on her.

His brother had encouraged him to take the next step.

“Come on, Nathaniel,” Benjamin said, slapping him on the back. “All I’m saying is that it sounds like you’ve found
her
. The one. You have to go after her.”

The very next day, he gathered his courage and asked Emma if she would like to go for a walk along the waterfront after her shift. And she said yes. From that moment on they were inseparable.

She had opened him, making the darkness that sometimes brewed deep inside disappear. As he held her close each night, he knew he would feel this way forever. There was now light in his life. She was his sun. 

For the first time in his life, he knew what love was.

Nathaniel took a sip of sherry, stepping back from the memory.

It was time to think about the future, he reminded himself. Time to think about the girl upstairs.

He stood in front of the large window overlooking the water, watching the last of the twilight surrender to the night that was closing in. A large fire roared behind him, his favorite opera spilling from the built-in surround sound and flooding the huge living room.

He was excited, happy to be away from that dreary African desert where life was worth nothing, where the babies came out screaming as if aware of the death sentence they had been born into. It had been necessary to go, but he was glad to be back. And pleased, of course, that his plans were on track, that his work was being funded.

He walked over to the bar and poured himself another, humming along to
O soave fanciulla
from
La Bohème.

The house they were letting him use was spectacular, even by his high standards. A private island, tucked away in the Puget Sound. The main room had floor-to-ceiling windows with exquisite views. His benefactors were very generous.

He wandered back to the window. It was completely dark now, with small distant lights twinkling on another island across the strait.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“Just going for supplies,” Jack Martin said. “I’ll be back in the morning. I have the list, but do you need anything else?”

“No. But if I think of anything, I’ll call you. Keep your phone on.”

He thought once more about the girl. She was strong willed, like Emma. Beautiful like her too. A beacon in a ravaged sea, a light in the darkness. A second chance. Another opera in his world, so long without music.

He knew it would take some time for her to acclimate, to accept her new reality. Maybe a bit longer to feel the way he felt. But he would be patient. 

His serum had brought her back from death. She was the only one it had worked on and he still didn’t know why. But he would. He was determined to unlock her secrets and transform what it meant to be human.

Together they would change the destiny of mankind. And each other. Nothing would stop them.

But first he would have to kill her.

CHAPTER 1

For the second time in my life, I was drowning. But not in water. This time I was drowning in dreams, alternating between dark and light, confusion and chaos.

I was alone in the raft, the oars like lead in my hands as I headed straight for the rapids. The water was too fast, pushing me along recklessly. I had no control. And then I saw her, up on a cliff high above the churning Deschutes, staring down at me with those ghost eyes.

Annabelle.

But when I looked up again, the figure above was no longer Annabelle. It was Nathaniel, standing with his arms outstretched like a bird of prey, his eyes dark, shooting fear into me. A moment later he swooped down, his feet now claws, coming straight for the raft. For me.

I screamed and woke up in a blinding light, my head pounding. A pinch in my arm and I was back in the dreams again.

I dreamed of playing soccer in cemeteries, dribbling the ball between stone angels and crosses and markers. I dreamed about the deep, black waters of the lake I drowned in. About rows of dead flowers that Kate was planting in our backyard.

“Just keep watering them,” she said, her hair in ponytails like when she was a kid. “They’ll come back.”

Once I dreamed about my mom. We were skiing through the trees and I was trying to catch up to her, but she wouldn’t stop and then she disappeared in the snow.

I even saw Dr. Mortimer, pacing in front of me and shaking his head.

“It’s not looking good,” he told me, grabbing my shoulders. “You’re not going to make it.”

Through all the dreams, the one constant was the throbbing in my head, a steady rhythm of pain, exploding and breaking things apart.

Sometimes I was able to crawl away and wake up. In these rare, lucid moments I saw that I was lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. But my thoughts were liquid, always sliding away from me.

There were people around at times. They came in wearing masks, blending into the brightness. I heard beeps from machines and felt wires on my body. I saw the glint of a long, sharp needle and watched drops fall from the tip in slow motion before feeling a sting in my arm.

And once, somebody spoke to me.

She was standing over the bed, looking at the monitor. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted her to help me understand what was going on. Where I was. How to get back home.

She smiled when she caught me staring at her. I tried to say something, but my words were like shards of glass lodged in my throat.

“Shhh,” she said, touching my hand, something shiny dangling from around her neck. “Rest for now. You’ll be better soon.”

She smiled again and I closed my eyes, floating back into oblivion.

Some of the dreams were about Jesse. We walked along the river, holding hands as the hot sun beat down on us, the smell of juniper strong in the breeze. My heart was full, ready to burst.

“I love you,” I whispered.

But he let go of my hand and moved away and everything turned black and I was sinking again to the bottom of the lake.

More needles. More dreams.

More faceless figures moving silently around the room.

CHAPTER 2

The dream world finally faded away.

My headache was gone and I sat up in bed. It was dark in the room, but there was a fire in the corner and the glow of the flames cast a soft light on everything.

Out of habit, I reached in my pocket for my cell phone, but it wasn’t there. There wasn’t even a pocket and I pushed the covers off and saw that I was wearing pajamas. Chills ran up my back as I thought about how someone must have undressed me.

I tried to remember what had happened.

Fear ripped through me as I started thinking about Jack Martin and about how he had kidnapped me, had tied me up and taken me away from home. We were driving for a long time. Hours. I remembered seeing the Space Needle. And I remembered hearing a fog horn, thinking we were on a ferry.

Jack had told me that he was taking me to meet someone.

It had to be Nathaniel. This had to be his house.

Tears pooled in my eyes as I thought of Kate. She had been right. Nathaniel hadn’t forgotten about me. She knew this entire time that he was planning to come back.

Kate had to be frantic. And by now, she might even think that he had killed me, that I was already dead.

I looked at the large window in front of me. The curtains had been pulled back, but it was dark outside and I could only see a reflection. I smelled the saltiness in the air and knew that I must be close to the water.

A large vase of fresh roses was on the nightstand, along with a pitcher, a glass, and a small plate of crackers. I reached for the glass with both hands and took slow sips as I tried to put things together.

The door was closed, but I imagined there were people nearby. I looked around again, this time more focused, paying attention to the details.

I was in a large bed, a white down comforter over me and pillows behind me. There was a flat screen TV on a cabinet, and a dresser. There was a desk with a chair and a small refrigerator on the floor next to it. Several pieces of framed art were hanging on the walls around the room. A basket of wood was next to the fireplace.

Another door to the left led to a bathroom.

I ate one of the crackers and then grabbed the others. I was starving. When I finished, I picked up the pitcher of water and drank directly from it. My thirst was intense. I wiped my mouth, pulled the pillows up against the headboard, and leaned back to think.

I was no longer in pain and my head was starting to feel normal again. And I was no longer trapped in that horrific dream world. And most importantly, I was alive.

I went over what I knew, or at least what I thought I knew.

I knew that if Nathaniel Mortimer had wanted me dead, I would already be dead. I had to believe that my life wasn’t in any immediate danger. But just the thought of him lurking nearby filled me with terror, reminding me that there were worse things than death.

Another thing I knew was that there were other people in the house besides Nathaniel. The doctors, the people wearing masks. That woman.

I knew that Jack was around here somewhere, too. I could feel it.

As I thought about Jack, it stirred up an intense anger. I should have been able to see that he was not who he pretended to be. A mixture of guilt and rage rose up inside me. How could I have been so blind?

I vaguely remembered drinking a bottle of Gatorade that he had handed me after our soccer game and realized now that he must have put something in it. I remembered too that the Jeep wouldn’t start. And that Jesse was there in the parking lot trying to warn me.

I had been so stupid.

I felt weak and sank back into the bed, watching the glow from the fire bounce along the ceiling. The dream world was calling to me again.

I stared back out the window as I drifted off. Even though I couldn’t see outside, it comforted me and gave me hope.

My world was still out there somewhere.

I would just have to find a way to get back to it.

CHAPTER 3

It was light in the room when I woke up again. My sense of time was still off, but it didn’t feel like morning. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was just past two.