The Ancient Spirits of Sedgwick House by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2018-10-30T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Grayson opened his eyes to see P.C.’s precious little face leaning over him, her nose an inch from his, one small hand lightly patting his cheek. The earth righted itself, and his brain planted itself firmly once again in the present. He realized the room was a soft gray, nearly dawn. When he spoke, his voice sounded scratchy, sounded like another man’s voice. It even felt somehow different. He cleared his throat. “P.C., may I have a glass of water? On the table by the bed. In the carafe.”

P.C. cocked her head at him. “You sound strange, Mr. Strath— What shall I call you? Mr. Sherbrooke?”

Grayson said without thought, “That’s because I was someone else, someone who lived a very long time ago. His name was Jabari, and he was an architect.” He cleared his throat again. “Call me Grayson.”

Miranda said, “Call him Mr. Grayson, P.C.”

P.C. patted his cheek again, said, “Mr. Grayson,” and repeated it, as if tasting his name on her tongue. She considered him a moment. “I sometimes dream about long ago too, more often when I was so small I could scarcely reach Mama’s waist. Mama, please fill up the glass with water, Mr. Strath—Mr. Grayson—needs it. Hand it to me, please. I’ll help him drink it.”

Miranda smiled and dutifully fetched the water.

P.C. leaned closer and said very precisely, “Mr. Grayson, I am going to put my arm beneath your head and lift you so you may drink.” And she did.

Grayson sipped at the water and sighed. A flash of a knife, slashing toward him, the punch of fear— Then he was back, in the present, P.C.’s small hand now stroking his arm, his bare arm. He realized he was naked. Slowly, he reached down and pulled the blanket from his waist up to his shoulders.

“Papa, why is P.C. feeding you water? Are you sick?”

Pip’s voice brought him back, completely back, hearing the fear in his son’s voice. “No, Pip, I’m fine, don’t worry. Go back to bed. Both of you.”

P.C. frowned down at him as she tucked the cover in around his shoulders. In the next instant, Pip clambered up onto the bed and pressed against P.C. Grayson shot a look at Miranda, still standing beside his bed, now grinning like a sinner, her glorious hair tangled around her face, so much of the stuff, thick, rich honey colors.

P.C. said, “I saw you holding Mama on top of you, and then she gave you the ear pinch and climbed off. You must have done something really bad to get the ear pinch. It hurts frightfully when she does it to me, but she only does it when she’s really upset. I think the last time I got the ear pinch was in April. It was Barnaby’s fault. He wouldn’t let me harness him up like Mama’s mare, Violet, and I threw a bucket of water on him. Why did she give you the ear pinch?”

I had my tongue down her throat. Grayson’s brains fell out of his head.

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