How wrong he’d been.
“So I suppose you’re willing to play this my way now?” Ross said confidently.
David resisted the urge to pound his head on the dashboard. “Do have a choice?”
“None at all, kid. None at all.”
Twenty Two
The sensation was akin to liquid metal dripping down Aiden’s arm. The sword glowed with power Aiden knew he had to master, no matter the cost. He tensed against the pain. A strangled yelp behind him nearly made him falter, but he stayed his hand.
“Do not be afraid,” he said, his stare captured by the colors gleaming off the sword. The magical blue from the blade and an intensified red from the inset stones in the handle merged into a powerful violet. The effect was at once fascinating and terrifying.
“Aiden, please put it down,” Lauren begged.
He pressed his lips tightly together. As she’d confessed her past, the magic had revealed a new secret to him—a new power. He’d seen her thoughts and had nearly brought them into being. What else could the sword do if only he took the time to give it a command?
He closed his eyes and concentrated, picturing himself walking in the daylight with Lauren at his side. Suddenly a natural heat warmed his face. He inhaled, and the scent of perfumed air teased his nostrils.
“Aiden!”
His arms vibrated from holding the sword aloft. A current of power set his nerve endings afire. He turned to her, but his fist remained tight around the hilt of the sword. What other secrets did the weapon possess?
In all the time since he’d emerged from the sword, he’d concentrated entirely on Lauren, first on her recovery, and then on filling his empty soul with her, making love to the woman he’d fantasized about for what seemed like the whole of his life. But in his attempt to indulge his private needs, had he missed a chance to secure his freedom?
Why had he hesitated?
The answer was obvious: Once he was free, he might never see her again. His life would be in another country, rebuilding the life he’d lost to Rogan’s curse. She was just as determined to hold on to her independence, to focus on her career. She would not leave all she’d built to follow him to England. And how much loss could one man bear?
“The magic must be explored,” he insisted, though picturing his freedom seemed to do nothing but rip at his soul.
In a wild grab, she curled her arms around him and held on tight. She was afraid. He could feel her shaking, but she remained where she was, attempting to help him despite her fear.
“What do I do?” she asked.
“Imagine us out in the daylight. Picture us walking in your garden with the sun shining in our faces. Accept the fact that I am free to walk this earth as a man.”
She must have done as he asked, because a moment later, after a dizzying sensation, they were standing in the lush garden behind her house, beside the Grecian-themed fountain sparkling in the moonlight.
Not sunlight.
Moonlight.
He dropped the sword. It landed in the soft grass with a thud, and the gleam faded until the blade and handle were yet again only silver and gold.
Aiden pulled Lauren around to his chest and, after tapping the sword with his foot, transported them back to her living room.
“Whoa,” she said, tugging away uneasily.
“I apologize,” he said automatically, his voice wooden with disappointment. “I only wanted to see if you could wish me free of this curse.”
“No,” she said. “I want to help you, Aiden. I really do. I don’t know how I freed you from the sword. I only touched it.”
He picked it up from the floor and held the blade toward her. She’d tried once before to manipulate the sword’s magic, but that had been during the daytime. Perhaps now, in the night, when he was strongest…?
She closed her eyes, her face taut with concentration, and placed her hand on the blade.
Nothing happened.
He dropped the weapon again and couldn’t resist giving it a little kick. Dissatisfied, he kicked harder. The blade slammed across the room, and again Lauren yelped. He turned to find her staring at him with a hodgepodge of emotions playing across her face, the most obvious ones shock and disbelief.
“Don’t apologize again. I can feel your frustration. You want to be free. I want you to be free. It’s just…” She looked around the room as if searching, her hands outstretched. After a moment with nothing to grab onto, she jabbed her fingers into her hair and laughed, then dropped onto the sofa and buried her head in her hands. “This is so weird. This is beyond weird. This is Ed Wood, Tim Burton, Quentin Tarantino all rolled into one big weird.”
He had no idea about whom she was talking, but glancing alternately between the sword and Lauren, he retrieved the weapon and dragged it begrudgingly to where she sat on the floor. He squatted beside her, toying with the golden handle, until she peeked up at him from beneath her folded arms. “What just happened?”
“We failed to free me.”
She shook her head. “Maybe I wasn’t trying.”
“Maybe I wasn’t, either.”
She nibbled on the tips of her fingernails for a second, then forced her hands to her sides. “Where will you go once you’re free?”
The sadness in her eyes revealed her inner turmoil. Lifting his hand softly, he toyed with the hair draping across her cheek, then smoothed the errant lock behind her ear. The instant his fingertip touched her temple, the blade of the sword burned a purplish blue, and the flash of an image entered his brain. Lauren. Alone.
“You do not want to be alone,” he said.
She chuckled mirthlessly and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Who does?”
He brushed his hand deeper into her hair. The contact was intimate, but not more so than the second impression he received from her private thoughts: She was standing on the doorstep of her home, and Aiden was walking away without turning back.
“You fear the aftermath of my desertion. Yes, Lauren, when I am free, I will leave to seek out what might be left of my family. I could lie to you and assure you that I will stay with you forever, but I venture you’ve had enough men lie to you over the years. I can only be truthful and say that once I am free, I have no idea what my future holds. I will admit that I hope that it will somehow include you.”
Lauren listened intently; then her blue eyes widened in surprise. “Did you just see what I was thinking?”
“Yes,” he replied.
She scooted away from him, breaking the contact of his fingers against her scalp. Her luscious mouth sucked in gasps of air, but her lungs did not seem to accept the breaths.
“Lauren, you must breathe.”
She closed her mouth and inhaled deeply through her nose, her eyes closed. She repeated the action until the muscles along her neck and shoulders visibly relaxed.
Aiden tossed the sword aside, but the clank of metal against the floor did not interrupt her breathing. He’d expected that the sword, magicked by Rogan, would possess other mysterious properties he might not ever fully discover, but even he had not expected to possess the ability to glimpse into Lauren’s mind.
Perhaps this had been the means by which the clever wizard had infiltrated Sarina’s heart centuries ago. His sister had always been a dreamer, a child of whim and fancy who believed in magic because she experienced it daily with the Gypsies of Valoren. If Rogan had found the means to penetrate the young girl’s innocent fantasies, he would have discovered a powerful key to seducing her away from her family.
“I would think,” he said after clearing his throat, “that after I emerged from a magical sword—a phantom relegated to corporeal form only in the darkest hours of the day—that this new revelation of my ability to read your mind would be inconsequential.”
She looked up in time to smirk at his grin.
“Can you read my mind right this minute?”
Turning her face, she watched him as if the smallest tic in his facial muscles would reveal the answer. He had not expected to slip into the images of her mind. The act, at first, had been unconscious. Natural. He’d only been listening to her, touching her, wanting to ease the regretful sound of her voice.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she was thinking right now, not when a frown was curving her lips so unpleasantly.”
Still, he squinted and tried to forge a connection. “Are you intentionally blocking me?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then no, I cannot read your mind.”
“But you did,” she said. “You saw what I saw. Before, when I was thinking about you and me and if I’d lived in your time…”
He nodded. “I saw who you
thought
you might have been in my time, my lady, but I beg to differ. A woman of your beauty and intelligence would never have fallen into such disrepute, no matter your parentage. You are a clever woman, Lauren Cole. You would have found other means.”
“My name isn’t even Lauren Cole.”
The lost look in her eyes caught him unaware. How could a woman who wielded a sword with such skill and had nearly bested him in hand-to-hand combat only days before suddenly think herself of such little worth? Was the woman he’d met the night he emerged from the sword—the woman who’d made love with him with such abandon—but a mask for the real woman within?
The vulnerable woman?
The damaged one?
“Lauren Cole is a name Ross and I made up.”
“What was your name before?”
Her mouth quirked involuntarily into a grin, which she immediately quashed. She shook her head.
He tipped a finger beneath her chin. “Tell me.”
“Doesn’t matter. She doesn’t exist anymore. Hell, she didn’t exist back then. She was a nobody. A mistake. Lauren Cole isn’t just a persona that Ross invented for me anymore. It’s who I want to be. It’s who I’ve dreamed of being my entire life. Wealthy, powerful, sexy. Talented.”
“Then you have achieved your greatest ambition.” He moved to stroke her hair away from her face, but she started, as if afraid his touch would cause another connection into her mind. “Why, then, do you still fear the past?”
“For the same reason you still wish to avenge yours. The past doesn’t go away just because we’ve moved beyond it.”
Aiden nodded, surprised that she understood both herself and him so thoroughly. Up until now, he had not cared about her past. He’d been entirely compelled by his own.
His quest for freedom stemmed from his centuries-old need to avenge the curse and the destruction of his family. Once he’d achieved that, he would search for whatever remnants of the Forsyth line still existed. But what if no one had survived? Of his brothers, only Rafe had had a child. But with his Gypsy lineage, he would not have been entitled to the earldom. And for all he knew, even that innocent babe had been slaughtered by the mercenary army the morning after Aiden’s entrapment.
His mouth filled with the bitter taste of rage. “Tell me about your family,” he requested, hoping to offset his anger.
She scoffed. “I’m like you, buddy. I don’t have family.”
“I still exist,” he insisted. “Albeit in an insubstantial form. But my brothers were with me that day in the village. Perhaps they, too, fell victim to Rogan’s curse. I could yet find them, once I am free of my bond to the sword.”
Her smile was bittersweet. “Then you have something to look forward to that I don’t. I never knew my father. Never even knew his name. Don’t think my mother knew it, either. And I don’t have any siblings. And my mother’s dead.” She made the admissions so matter-of-factly, he silently mourned for her emptiness. “She was a drug addict.”
As she explained, he nodded, but remained quiet. Though he had not heard of the particular pharmaceutical abuses she spoke of, he’d seen soldiers misuse Dover’s powder after injuries sustained on the battlefield. The aftermath had been ugly. Soldiers who’d succumbed never truly recovered, and their families suffered for it.
“She’d tried to clean herself up after I was born, or so she told me. Got a job. A place to stay. But once I was old enough to fend for myself, she dropped back into her old life. Just before my eleventh birthday we were living out of our car. By the time I was thirteen we didn’t have even that. I was on my own while she turned tricks for drugs. I don’t know much about the time you lived, but I’m pretty sure that the child of a two-bit whore would have become a two-bit whore herself.”
Aiden inhaled deeply, his mood darkening as he imagined the dark turn Lauren’s life could have taken. “Look around you. You would not have—”
“I couldn’t have had any of this if not for Ross.”
“And this disturbs you?”
She laughed, but the sound lacked humor. “Women today try not to marry solely for financial security,” she explained. “They still do it—don’t get me wrong—but I never wanted that life. I wanted to make my own way in the world. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Aiden shifted on the couch, noting how she’d pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Crouching in this tiny coiner of her lavish home seemed to provide her with a sense of security. He toyed with her fingers gently, inviting her to take his hand. She did. He slid her closer to him, and for a long few minutes they sat in silence, curled together, expensive furniture and knickknacks all around them, though he knew the trappings of wealth meant both nothing and everything to Lauren all at the same time.
Since her release from the hospital, they’d been free to talk during the day and make love for most of the night. She’d told him, and shown him everything she could about the current events, history and technology that made her world so incredibly foreign. But they’d also, he realized, avoided any topics that might reveal too much about themselves. He’d told her about the curse and his family and his career as a soldier, but he’d revealed nothing about his early days as a dueling rogue, or the horrors he’d witnessed at Culloden. Those events had shaped who he might have become, had he escaped from Valoren to live and die in his own century.
Fortunately, it didn’t take much time for him to realize that in Lauren he’d found a woman who was more reluctant to talk about her past than he was. Yes, he knew about her career as an actress and her role of Athena and the importance of her completing this film so she could move on without any obligation to Ross, but beyond that they’d been mysteries to each other.