‘You didn’t know he was married?’
Amelia shook her head. She’d stared at the piece of paper detailing McNair’s wife’s bequests to certain charitable organisations and she’d felt as though her heart was actually ripping in two. Years of flirtation and infatuation had immediately soured and as McNair had walked back into the room she’d finally seen him for what he was: a trickster, an adulterer. She’d hated him in an instant, but more than that, she had felt all of her self-confidence and trust in her own judgement destroyed in one fell swoop. She’d allowed herself to be taken in by this villain and that hurt almost as much as the scoundrel’s betrayal.
‘I confronted him when he returned and at first he tried to deny it. I became a little hysterical and suddenly he turned nasty.’
He’d shown his true colours then. Gone was the man who had whispered his desire to spend eternity in her arms and the real McNair replaced him. This McNair snapped and snarled like a wounded animal and let her know it was just her father’s substantial fortune he was interested in.
‘He admitted his plan had been to seduce me, entice me to run away with him, then extort money from my father for my safe and scandal-free return.’
It had been the ultimate humiliation. Just one more man who wanted her for her money.
‘What a bastard,’ Edward said, not apologising for his language. Amelia felt her spirits buoy a little as she continued. It was the most animated she’d seen him.
‘I threatened to expose him as a scoundrel and a liar, empty words, but I think he had a new scheme afoot, some new girl he was trying to con, for he became enraged.’
Amelia raised a hand to her cheek where McNair had left his mark.
‘He hit you?’
She nodded. ‘He punched me, right on the cheek. He was livid, like a wild beast.’
It was no excuse, not for what she’d done, but Amelia truly had been afraid for her life.
‘There was a fancy letter opener on his desk and I grabbed it, thinking to brandish it and warn him away, but he just laughed at my efforts and came at me again.’
She closed her eyes as she relived the moment the blade had sunk into McNair’s flesh, the soft resistance, the warm trickle of blood that had flowed over her hand, McNair’s surprised exhalation before he collapsed on to the ground.
‘I stabbed him,’ she said so quietly she wasn’t sure Edward would hear her words.
She couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t bear to see what another person thought of her taking a man’s life and all because of a seduction gone wrong.
‘I stabbed him and I killed him.’
Some men would come and take her hand, try to comfort her despite there being nothing that could change the fact she was a killer. Some men would chastise and condemn her, even restrain her until they could summon a magistrate. Edward did neither. He sat in the chair across from her in silence, giving her time to collect herself, to steady her nerves and to continue.
‘I fled, I ran as far as I could as fast as I could, then when I couldn’t run any more I kept walking.’
‘And that’s how you came to be here, on the night of the storm.’
Amelia looked up at him, trying to read his expression, to garner exactly what he thought of her.
‘How long was this letter opener?’ he asked, taking her by surprise.
She measured out a few inches with her fingers, trying to recall the look of the blade before it had been covered in blood.
‘And where did you stab him?’
‘What does it matter?’ she asked, feeling sick.
‘The blade was small. Unless you hit a vital organ I think it unlikely you killed the man.’
She shook her head. She’d killed him. No one could bleed that much and not be dead.
‘He collapsed to the floor...there was blood everywhere.’
‘Did you check to see if he was breathing? If he had a pulse?’
She hadn’t. In fact, she hadn’t been able to look at his body at all once the blood had started seeping from the wound around her fingers.
‘There was too much blood,’ she repeated.
Edward fell silent, seeming to realise if he pushed her much further Amelia wouldn’t be able to keep her tenuous grip on her composure.
‘What do you want to happen now, Amelia?’ Edward asked.
‘I don’t want to hang.’
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Amelia watched as Edward fought it and returned his expression to the more familiar frown.
‘An admirable ambition. I don’t think any judge would hang you.’
Amelia wasn’t sure. And even if she wasn’t sentenced to death, a long spell in one of the country’s notorious prisons was just about as bad as the noose.
‘It was self-defence. You’re a young woman of a good family and by all accounts McNair seems to be a known scoundrel.’
It sounded as though Edward was justifying handing her over to the magistrate to face the penalty for what she’d done.
‘It’s up to you, of course, but if you run then you will spend your entire life looking over your shoulder, wondering whether this crime will catch up with you.’
Amelia hadn’t thought of that. She’d been so preoccupied with the here and now, avoiding being apprehended for murder and getting as far away from the scene as possible, she hadn’t thought what her life would be like with this always hanging over her. She would always be a murderer. Even if she returned to India, to her father’s protection, she would never be able to undo what she had done.
‘I want to go home,’ Amelia said in a small voice.
She wanted her father, with his gruff voice and stiff embraces. She wanted the rolling hills of Bombay with the humid heat and monsoon rains.
‘To India?’
She nodded. He looked thoughtful.
‘You can stay a couple of days,’ he said eventually. ‘I will summon my steward and instruct him to make discreet enquiries, see what the state of affairs is with this McNair. We will make a further decision when we have all the facts.’
She didn’t know how he could reduce her momentous revelation to such a cool, calculating plan, but as his words sunk in Amelia felt a surge of hope blossom inside her. He was going to help her and, more importantly, he was going to let her stay.
With a yelp of relief Amelia sprang from her chair and launched herself across the room at Edward. He was stiff under her embrace and momentarily Amelia remembered how his body had moulded to hers the night
