โMy father jogged toward the beach to chase his hounds, leaving me in an incommodious stare down with his new quartermaster.โ
I fought the urge to cross my arms over the revealing bosom of my gown. Charles didnโt rest his gaze there, but he was looking at me, scrutinizing and assessing my unsightly appearance.
โDid you come from a party?โ He canted his head, and a lock of black hair fell from the definedย Vย of his widowโs peak.
โNo.โ I stabbed the cutlass into the sand and leaned on the hilt.
โDid you roll in every mud puddle you could find on the way here?โ โIโm certain I missed one.โ
He glanced between his ripped sleeve and the soiled rags of my dress. โAre you in the habit of ruining fine garments?โ
โAre you in the habit of filling perfectly good silence with tedious questions?โ
โNot usually.โ He scratched his whiskered face. โYouโre nothing like the well-bred ladies Iโveโฆโ He cleared his throat. โSpent time with.โ
โI should hope not.โ My cheeks heated at his meaning. โIโm not a strumpet.โ
His gaze dipped to his boots, and the corner of his mouth lifted. โGod save the man who sets his sights on you.โ
โSpeak plainly, Mr. Vane.โ I anchored my fists on my hips. โWhat are you saying?โ
โYouโre Captain Sharpโs daughter.โ โYes, she is.โ
I jumped at the growl in my fatherโs voice and found him standing a few paces away, watching me.
The hounds bounced around his legs and nipped at his fingers, but he paid them no heed. Prowling toward me, he searched my eyes, and what he saw there made his expression grow dark, overcast, heavy like rain clouds.
I knew that look, and it hurt my heart. โDonโt say it.โ โItโs uncanny how much you resemble her.โ
โPlease, donโtโโ
โItโs true, lass.โ
I released a sigh. The truest truth was that he still loved the countess. It was an eternal love, as deep and ungovernable as the ocean.
But she wouldnโt have him. Not when she was carrying his child. Not after fourteen years of letters, in which he offered her marriage, wealth, and undying devotion.
โDo you still write to her?โ I curled my fingers around his callused hand.
โAye.โ His gaze slipped to Charles and shuttered before returning to me. โNaught has changed.โ
โMaybe sheโs not getting your missives?โ
โSheโs getting them. My courier waits as she reads them, shreds them, and hands back the pieces without response.โ Pain flashed in his eyes. โHas she still not given you my identity?โ
I shook my head.
She never mentioned his name. Not once. Whenever I asked who fathered me, she punished me with her silence. If she knew about our visitsโฆ Godโs blood, would she have him marched to the gallows and hanged? I didnโt know and couldnโt risk it.
So I never begged him to stay. Instead, I voiced my usual demand. โTake me with you.โ
His expression blanked, and he released my hand. โNo.โ โPlease? I canโt go back. Not after what Iโve done!โ
โListen, Bennett. Stealing a horse is one thing. In time, Abigail will forgive you. But pillaging the kingโs ships is something else entirely. Thereโs no forgiveness in my business, and the sea is no place for a child.โ
โIโm fourteen!โ
โShe needs you.โ He brushed a springy curl from my face. โI would not steal you from her.โ
โSteal me? Sheโs trying to get rid of me.โ He went eerily still. โYou say?โ
โSheโs arranging a betrothal. If she succeeds, youโll be visiting me in England. And thatโs if I can sneak away from Lord Grisdale.โ
His nostrils pulsed with a furious snap of breath. โWho?โ
โA marquess of the realm. Deep in the pockets. Gray under the wig. I stole the old lobcockโs horse andโโ
โSlow down.โ His hands flexed, and the vein in his forehead looked ready to pop. โDid you sayย gray?โ
โWell, I havenโt confirmed that detail because I missed our introduction.
But the rest is true! Heโs a whole decade older thanย you!โ
In a blink, his eyes lost their humanity, the depths sinking into an abyss of malice and ice.
A shiver rippled down my spine as his entire demeanor took on that coldness. Rigid shoulders, white-knuckled fists, uncompromising scowlโ he no longer stood before me as my father, but rather as the infamous captain of an eighteen-gun warship.
His blade-sharp eyes cut to the tree line behind me. โThatโs his horse?โ โYes.โ
โYou stole it?โ
โI was in a hurry.โ
He glanced at Charles, and a hint of pride softened the edge of his anger. โAlready pirating, this one.โ
โAnd thrusting blades at devilishly good-looking rogues.โ Charles arched a brow at me.
I winged up mine in return. โCareful, Mr. Vane. One might think you enjoyed it.โ
โShe makes a point, Charles.โ My fatherโs voice grew quiet. A deep, bone-chilling kind of quiet. โAround my daughter, your eyes are for decoration only. If you use them on her, Iโll carve them out and feed them to the gulls.โ
Charles looked away with a grimace. โIโll head back to the ship and give you some privacy.โ
โGood plan. Return for me at dusk.โ
The bothersome yet curiously droll quartermaster ambled toward the south side of the inlet. When he vanished beyond the outcrop, presumably where the jolly boat waited, I turned back to my father.
He stared out at the sea, his eyes a turbulent aqua green. The line of his jaw was so unyielding I couldโve sharpened a blade on it.
โYouโre angry with the countess,โ I said.
โRightfully so.โ He scraped a hand through the thick tousle of his red hair. โSheโs stubbornly ambitious, stubbornly independent, stubbornly beautifulโฆโ He blew out a breath. โJust flat-out stubborn.โ
โIf I stay here, her stubbornness will send me to England.โ โDonโt concern yourself with that.โ
โWhat does that mean?โ
โIโll deal with her.โ He paced toward the woods and picked up a fallen branch from the ground. โYour skill with the cutlass needs work.โ
He tested the weight of the stick and tossed it away to grab another.
With my thoughts still whirling around his plan with the countess, I wasnโt prepared for his attack.
He lunged, wielding the stick like a sword, and swept my feet out from under me. I landed on my backside and rolled, all flailing limbs, tangled skirts, and curse words. He swung again, and I dodged, flinging myself toward the cutlass.
With the hilt in my grip, I rose into a strike. He blocked. I slashed, and for the next hour, his training distracted me from stolen horses and betrothed marriages.
As the fire-orange sun hauled itself across the sky, sweat pooled beneath my stays, and the wind blew knots of curls across my face. I clawed the wild tresses out of my eyes until my tangles had tangles.
My father went through multiple sticks, each one hacked away by the blade of the cutlass.
โYouโve been practicing.โ He dropped another broken branch and wiped the sweat from his brow.
โOnly with wood.โ I gestured at the chopped twigs around his boots. โIf I had my own cutlassโฆโ
โI would give you my finest blade, lass.โ He tapped my nose. โBut Abigail would discover it.โ
โHow are you going to deal with her?โ
A strange expression creased his face, and he looked away. โWhat I have planned for her isnโt proper for your ears.โ
โI donโt understand.โ
โWould you like to hear about my latest prize?โ
โYes!โ I bounced on my toes and dropped the cutlass. โWas there a battle?โ
โMany battles.โ He laced his fingers through mine and led me to the shade of the woods.
Lowering to the ground, he gathered me on his lap and told me every heart-pounding detail of his attacks on the kingโs warship, a French brigantine, and numerous merchantiers.
โThen, two months ago, I encountered a Spanish treasure fleet. Twelve ships in total.โ His eyes lost focus. โWe were outgunned and wouldโve never attempted something so dangerous, but there was a deadly storm on the horizon. We waited in safe waters for the tempest to take its toll. Then we moved in, attacking the battered ships and claiming their salvage.โ
โThey fought back?โ
โThe storm did. I thought it had passed, but a surge unlike any Iโve seen followed in its wake. I lost my ship.โ At my gasp, he pinched my chin and smiled. โI seized a new ship that night.โ
โYou did?โ
โAye. A Spanish galleon. She was neither broken nor sinking like the others in the surge.โ His expression glowed with veneration. โShe was spitting fire and laughing at the storm.โ
He explained how he rallied his surviving crew and boarded the fifty- gun galleon, even as his own ship was swallowed by the king tide.
I committed the particulars of his ambush to memory, hoping one day I might have a need for such knowledge and become half the wise, courageous captain that he was.
โWhat did you name her?โ I asked.
โJade.โ His gaze lowered to my necklace. โSheโs a beauty, she is. When I saw her, I knew I had to take her. Forย you.โ
โFor me?โ
โSheโs yours, Bennett. Iโll captain her until youโre old enough to decide.โ
โOh, Father!โ My heart burst from my chest and soared with savage joy. โThereโs nothing to decide. I want to be a buccaneer like you.โ
โYouโre too young to know what you want.โ โIโm old enough.โ
โBut not too old to sit on your fatherโs lap, are you now?โ
โJust so.โ I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and burrowed into his hard chest.
โSomeday you might wish to travel to England in your own right and follow your motherโs dream.โ He chuckled. โGod knows, you would make a meal out of theย beau monde.โ
โNo, thank you. I wish to followย you.โ
โIโm honored, lass, and should you choose the sea, you have a ship. But I fear that path might end with your neck bent on the gibbet.โ
My breath stilled, and a metallic flavor rose beneath my tongue. โWhat aboutย yourย neck? You could be captured or killed in battle. I canโt lose you.โ
His gaze sank into mine. โSuch big grown-up worries in your childโs eyes.โ He ran a thumb across my cheekbone. โIโm careful. Which is why I cannot visit as often as Iโd like.โ
I didnโt remember the first time he came to me, but there wasnโt a day I didnโt know him. Heโd always been a part of my life. My very own secret to cherish and protect.
When I was younger, he visited more frequently and stayed longer. Sometimes months. But as his reputation grew, so did the risks. Now I was lucky to steal a few hours with him each year.
โI have something for you.โ I jumped up, retrieved the linen-wrapped package from the horseโs saddle, and proffered it to him.
Nervous energy flapped beneath my breast as he unfolded the cloth and removed the gift.
โThe natives wear these on their feet.โ Crouching beside him, I traced the deerskin coverings. โThe women scrape and smoke the skin to make it feel soft like this.โ
The shoes were gathered at the toe and sewn above and behind with a raised flap on either side. Colorfully dyed porcupine quills and white glass beads decorated the folded edges in artistic designs.
โExquisite.โ He removed his jackboots and slipped the shoes onto his bare feet. โA comfortable fit. I shall wear them every night and think of you.โ
My heart turned over so hard I felt it in my throat.
โHow did you acquire such a thoughtful gift?โ He guided me back onto his lap and stroked my hair.
โThe servants make them. The cook maid is always kind to me, and she traded them for a spool of ribbon. I was discreet.โ
โYou did good.โ
I snuggled into the warmth of his embrace, perfectly content and blissfully happy. I loved him so deeply and so completely. It went against logic that my mother could not.
โIโve been stowing my prizes in a safe place over the years.โ He kissed my forehead. โEnough riches for you, your children, and your grandchildren.โ
โI donโt care about that.โ
โYou will. I want you to have this.โ He removed the compass that hung from a chain on his belt. โItโs a map. When youโre ready, you will follow it and claim whatโs rightfully yours.โ
โA map?โ I cupped the gold casing and lifted the lid to reveal the navigational needle within. โI donโt see a chart.โ
โItโs there if you know how to unlock it.โ
I examined the compass, tracing its smooth surface with my fingers. โSo, whereโs the key?โ
โYou already have it. Begin and end north. When the time comes, youโll figure out what to do.โ
โIโm not great with riddles,โ I said, handing it back to him. โWhy not just take me there now? Kidnap the countess. You love her, donโt you? We could have a real family and live off your treasure.โ
โThatโs just a fairytale. Lifeโs not that simple.โ
โIt could be.โ
โNot for us.โ He looped the compass chain around the sash of my gown, fastening it securely. โWhen Abigail was cast out of English society, it broke something inside her. We come from different worlds. Picture her living with a criminal, always on the run and fearful of capture. It would drain the life out of her.โ He paused, licking his lips. โIf I could, Iโd give up the sea and stand beside her in society. But Iโm neither a nobleman nor a law-abiding citizen. That path was never available to me.โ
โBut she was with you once.โ
โIn secret.โ He grunted. โWhen she was young and blinded by love.โ
Blinded by love.
The sound of that made me feel warm all over, and I smiled against his shoulder. โIf I ever marry, he will be a man of your fortitude and spirit. A man who loves me above all else. Only me. And we shall be blinded by our love for life and beyond the ends of the sea.โ
โAccept nothing less, Bennett.โ He lifted my chin with a knuckle. โPromise me.โ
โI promise.โ
His eyes glittered with approval, his voice a deep well of affection. โThatโs my girl.โ
A few paces away, the hounds lounged in the shade. Seagulls cawed overhead, and late afternoon sunlight sparkled on white-crested waves.
He would be leaving soon, and his impending absence built a burning ache behind my eyes. Anguish coursed through me, so internal, so deep, it embedded itself before rising to the surface.
After a lifetime of goodbyes, Iโd learned how to cope. To smother the hurt. Crying never took the pain away.
โTell me another story about her.โ I lay my cheek on his chest, relishing his scent of leather and salt. โLike the day you met.โ
โYouโve heard that one many times.โ โI wish to hear it many more.โ
โVery well.โ He settled into a sprawl with a tree at his back and his arms holding me tight. โI spotted her from the ship deck I was scrubbing. The sun was so bright that day, high in the sky and heavy with heat. But it wasnโt worthy in the light of her radiance. She stood on the dock, glowing in ivory silk, so fair and arresting I couldnโt feel my legs.โ
I devoured every word as he told me how he approached the noble maiden, whisked her away from her chaperon, and fell hopelessly in love with the Lady Abigail Leighton.
A poor Irish seaman and a beautiful English countess. It was my favorite fairytale.
He always ended the story on their first kiss, but this time, his tone was different. Harder. More determined. โI couldnโt let her get away.โ
โYou couldnโt?โ I leaned back and searched his flinty expression. โSheโs had fourteen years to move on, and she hasnโt.โ He lifted me
from his lap and stood.
A question wasnโt voiced, but it was there, flickering in his eyes.
โNo, sheโs not happy.โ My heart skipped a beat. โItโs not me that she needs, Father. She needsย you.โ
โAye.โ He paced along the tree line in his deerskin shoes, each step growing faster and more resolute. โI want you to return to the estate.โ His gaze turned to the sea, where the horizon darkened with the approach of dusk. โIโll come for you tonight. For both of you.โ
Exhilaration and confusion tangled through me. โI thought living with a criminal would suck the life out of her?โ
โIs she living? Does she smile? I will put life back into her!โ He bared his teeth. โBy God and the devil, I will spend every last tarnal breath in my body making her happy.โ
An overpowering sense of hope welled up in my chest. โI believe you.โ โI love you.โ He pulled me against him and lowered his mouth to the
top of my head. โIโve committed a lifetime of crimes and paid dearly for them. Fourteen years without my girls. There is no greater punishment.โ
โIt ends tonight?โ
He released me with a wolfish grin. โYes, itโโ A deep, threatening growl erupted behind me.
I spun toward the hounds and found them standing, noses pointed toward the shore and hackles up. My father went still, his hand locked tightly around my arm.
The dogs exploded into snapping snarls and took off toward the southern end of the beach. They sprinted around the copse of trees and out of view as their barking rose in volume.
My scalp tingled. Iโd never heard such ferocious sounds. โHas Mr. Vane returned?โ
โThatโs not Charles.โ He hauled me toward the horse and lifted me onto the saddle, his voice low and urgent. โReturn to the house at once.โ
โFather, what is it?โ
He untied the reins and removed a sheathed dagger from his belt. โNo matter what happens, keep going.โ With a grip on my wrist, he wedged the sheath into the sleeve of my gown, concealing it beneath the fabric on my upper arm. โDoย notย turn back.โ
In the distance, the barking grew feral, high-pitched, and terrifying. My belly twisted into knots, and my lungs couldnโt take in enough air beneath the vise of my stays.
โGo!โ He slammed a hand onto the horseโs flank, sending me into the woods.
I grabbed the reins and adjusted my balance before twisting to look over my shoulder.
He was gone.
My hands trembled, and a fiery pang stabbed beneath my ribs. I tried to ignore it and focused on controlling the horse.
Until startling, pained cries rent the air. The cries of a dying dog.
My heart stopped as a second agonized yelp echoed through the forest before fracturing into whimpers. Then silence.
The hounds.ย Mercy God, what happened to them? What would happen to my father?
Panic surged, freezing muscles and locking joints. Only my pulse hammered wildly as the horse raced onward, hurdling fallen trees and putting more distance between me and my entire world.
I couldnโt leave him.
No matter what happens, keep going.
I trusted him implicitly and had never disobeyed him.ย Never.
My jaw clenched. Heโd told me once to trust my instinct, and right now it was screaming at me to go back.
I pulled on the reins, and with a savage howl, I turned the horse about.
How many minutes had passed? How many kilometers? Too damned many, and I experienced every one of them in breathless agony as I galloped back to my father.
Nearing the beach, I approached slowly. The sound of the crashing surf reached my ears, bringing with it the din of voices. Stern, commanding voices.
Dozens of them.
My heart thundered toward hysteria as I nudged the horse closer, quietly picking along the brushwood and squinting through the trees.
When the sea came into view, I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Redcoats.
They swarmed the shore, their distinctive regimental facings gleaming white against the darkening sky. Armed with rifles, some mounted horses. Others invaded on foot as they overtook my father with fists and guns and sheer numbers.
There were too many to count, and he went down fighting and spitting blood.
Sticky nausea filled in my belly, clotting with fear and helplessness. My lungs ached to contain the wheeze of my breaths, and my fingers and toes shook uncontrollably. Why the rest of me refused to move, I couldnโt fathom. I was paralyzed.
When his body fell limp beneath their strikes, they grabbed his arms and lugged him toward a waiting cart. His head lolled between his shoulders. The deerskin coverings on his feet dragged through the sand, and something inside me broke.
His jackboots lay just beyond the tree line, and a few paces from there was his cutlass, the blade sharp, lethal,ย beckoning.
With visions of rescue and bloodshed in my head, I inched the horse toward my fatherโs weapon.
Until a twig snapped behind me.
โBenedicta.โ The familiar masculine voice sent a chill through my veins.
No, no, no! God damn me and the devil, too!
How would I explain my presence here, sitting astride a stolen mount, while planning an attack on the kingโs soldiers? I would be arrested alongside my father, unable to save him.
I swallowed, caught up my breath, and schooled my features into that of a well-bred maiden who would have no association or attachment to Edric Sharp.
Then I turned in the saddle and met the ratlike eyes of the Marquess of Grisdale.