A Hint of Wicked by Jennifer Haymore

Author:Jennifer Haymore [Haymore, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
ISBN: 0446540293
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2009-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Blackness surrounded him. Oppressive, stifling. He was in a casket, underground… He had to get free. He clawed at the earth, shouting for someone to dig him out. Garrett surged upward, coughing, his eyes flying open to utter darkness. His clammy fingers closed over silk, and logic told him it was a moonless night, the fire had gone cold, and he was merely in his own bed in his bedchamber. Having another goddamn nightmare. This one was different. No shooting, no blood. Just black nothingness. God, it was almost worse. His shoulders shook as a cold shudder rippled through him. He needed light. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he climbed down the step and fumbled to the side table, searching for a candle. Then a scuffing sound came from across the room. He jerked his head up.Only shadows. But the hair prickled on the back of his neck. Someone was in here. Garrett clenched his teeth and curled his fist. Little good that would do—fists were useless against the demons that haunted him.

A shadow separated from the wall across from him and moved toward him. “Cal?”

Garrett expelled a harsh breath, and his muscles went limp. “Fisk? Christ.” He pushed a hand through his matted hair.

The shadow moved closer until it paused on the other side of the bed. “Sorry. I… I heard you shouting and came to make sure everything was all right.”

“Didn’t think to bring a light with you?”

“No. Sorry.”

Garrett stood still, facing the dark shadow that was Fisk in silence.

“You all right then, Cal? Can I get you something?”

Garrett’s lip curled. “A cure for these goddamn nightmares? Even better, why don’t you go fetch my memories for me? Can you do that, Fisk?”

Fisk’s shadow shifted. “Maybe,” he said quietly.

Garrett stilled. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve met someone who might be able to help you regain your memories. Not sure about the nightmares—”

“Who?” Garrett demanded.

“He’s a doctor here in London. I’ve spoken to him at length about your affliction, and he thinks he can help you.”

“For God’s sake, why didn’t you tell me about him sooner?”

“I wanted to be certain, before—”

“Bring him to me. As soon as possible.”

“Of course, Cal. I’ll fetch him in the morning.”

***

Tristan leaned against the window in the small upstairs parlor of his rented rooms. The days had passed quickly as he’d continued to move forward with his appeal, meeting with the advocates and Griffiths every day to build his case against the decision made by the Consistory Court.

Tristan gazed down at the busy street below. The sun shone brightly after an earlier rain, leaving the scene laid out before him sparkling and clean. Wagons rattled by, carriages, men on horseback. People strode with intent, skirting the edges of traffic. An urchin wearing a jaunty red beret dodged in the small space between two carts, miraculously appearing on the opposite side of the street unscathed, but the meaty driver of the trailing cart pulled his horses short, raised his fist, and cursed at the boy.

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