the ladies didn’t seem to notice it, Edward did. His eyes searched mine, pleading for forgiveness. How could I forgive him for placing Lucy in danger? For making me care about him when everything had been a lie? For murder?
Edward stood and began to pace as though he needed to stretch his legs, but I recognized that nervous agitation. The Beast was there, lurking just below the surface. ‘Yes, I wondered when we might meet each other,’ he said quietly. ‘From what Lucy has said, we seem to have some interests in common.’
Lucy clapped her hands. ‘Oh yes, I forgot to tell you! Henry was interested in something about chemistry … that was it, wasn’t it? I told him you were much better at science than any boy I know.’
Edward’s haunted eyes stayed on me. They said everything his voice couldn’t. He hated his dark other half – the Beast – and the terrible things it led him to do. Even now, his eyes pleaded with me for help.
I couldn’t bear this, having tea with a murderer. All I could think about was the bodies in the morgue. Four people no longer breathed because of him. He’d killed people I cared about, like Alice. Innocent people. And yet, wasn’t I as good as a murderer myself? Father might still be alive if I hadn’t opened that door to his laboratory for Jaguar.
I clutched the sofa’s arm, rubbing my thumb against the rough upholstery seam to stay connected to the present.
Outside, the sun was past its zenith.
‘I should go,’ I choked. Lucy and her aunt looked at me, surprised. ‘I didn’t tell the professor when I’d be home.’
‘No, you don’t,’ Lucy said. ‘You’re not running off without even touching your tea. If the professor is in need of you, I’m certain this is the first place he’ll look. Oh my, Juliet, do you feel all right? You’ve gone pale.’
Aunt Edith said something droll about her own constitution and Lucy answered back smartly, and they started arguing again.
‘Drink some tea, Miss Moreau,’ Edward said quietly. ‘You’ll soon feel better.’
I tried to pick up the delicate cup, but it was like my hands were paws, my fingers too thick. It trembled so badly, I had to set it down.
Edward leaned on the back of the chair opposite me, his dark hair falling over his forehead. ‘Have you seen the hedge maze in the garden, Miss Moreau? There’s a wonderful view from the window.’ His eyes flickered toward the sun-drenched windowpanes. It was a good ten paces from where Lucy and her aunt argued – well out of earshot. He wanted to speak in private. When I hesitated, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. ‘Please, Juliet.’
There was such tightly controlled desperation in his words that I set down my tea and glanced at Lucy. They were talking of the grand Christmas tree that would soon be delivered in preparation for the masquerade. I stood and walked to the window with unsteady steps, Edward right behind me. It was a beautiful winter’s day outside, the hedges evergreen, not a cloud in the sky.
I kept my voice at a whisper. ‘If you dare to hurt Lucy—’
‘I won’t,’ he said quickly, matching my hushed tone. ‘I would never hurt her. I have some measure of control over—’
‘Henry!’ Lucy called behind us. ‘Henry, come tell Aunt Edith how we met that day in the rain. She wants to hear, and you know I’ve no patience for storytelling.’
His smile to her was artificial, though not unkind. ‘One moment, darling.’
When his eyes returned to mine, the false smile had vanished. ‘I swear to you I mean Lucy no harm. I wouldn’t ever let myself be around her if I thought the Beast might get free. I have a small measure of control over him; not enough to prevent the transformations, nor the crimes he commits, but I can delay them.’
I studied the deep crease in his forehead. I’d spent weeks with Edward at sea and on Father’s island, ignorant of his darker nature, and he had never hurt me, always managing to curb his other half’s cravings until he could release the Beast on some other poor victim. Perhaps he did have some measure of control over his transformations, but all I could picture was the cadaver room full of bodies.
‘How did you escape the island? I thought you were dead.’
‘The Beast is stronger than you think.’ His eyes were hooded, his body tense. ‘I’m trying to cure myself. I’m close.’
Here was the Edward I knew, the young man whose eyes were like a mirror to my own. ‘What kind of cure?’ I whispered, rubbing my own knuckles, which were already beginning to ache.
‘I just need to identify one missing ingredient in the serum. I need a little more time.’
‘You should have come to me sooner.’
‘I didn’t dare involve you. I’ve gone to great lengths to avoid direct contact with you, afraid the Beast might learn some information he could use later to harm you. I’ve settled for slips of news from Lucy. She cares about you a great deal. She speaks of you often.’ His throat tightened. ‘It didn’t mean that I didn’t want to see you. In fact, I wanted to see you quite badly.’
The look in his eyes gave me pause. Nothing of the Beast’s glowing yellow eyes lurked there now, though what I saw frightened me nearly as much.
Desire.
I looked away, wishing my cheeks weren’t turning warm. It seemed Edward’s infatuation with me hadn’t lessened with the passing months.
‘Meet me somewhere,’ I said, quick and low. ‘You must tell me what is going on.’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t dare. Not until I’m cured.’
‘I don’t care what you want! People are dying, Edward.’ I darted a glance at Lucy and dropped my voice lower. ‘And we both know exactly who is responsible. I’m already involved, don’t you see? I was involved since the day the sailors pulled you out of the ocean and onto the Curitiba. You must agree to meet me and tell me everything. If you don’t, I’ll expose you. Lucy’s other suitor is the detective leading the investigation of the Wolf of Whitechapel. I can have him here in minutes.’
My heart pounded. I knew, on some deep level, that it was madness even to be talking to Edward. I also knew that, madness or not, Edward’s and my fates were tied together. I was the one threatening to expose him now, but our roles could so easily be reversed.
He took out his gold pocket watch and flipped it open and shut in indecision. At last he closed it and said, ‘Where?’
We needed someplace public enough so that I would be safe alone with him, yet private enough to speak intimately. My mind went back to the island, he and I behind the waterfall, sharing secrets and even a stolen kiss.
‘The Royal Botanical Gardens at Kensington,’ I whispered. ‘The greenhouse. We’ll each leave separately and meet there within an hour.’
He nodded.
The grandfather clock in the study chimed. Aunt Edith stood up and brushed the crumbs off her skirt, missing half of them. ‘Two o’clock already. I’ve got a dinner tonight at the club I must get ready for. Henry, dear, it’s been a pleasure. Won’t
