“And where is this man now? Where is the man who attacked you?”
“I believe he is dead. I don’t know for certain.”
There was a short silence. “I do not see how this man, this Byron Justicano, was able to get your grandfather to shore. It is many feet from the cliff to the sea below. I doubt if it’s possible to live through a dive into the sea at night. And last night the waves were high, and the storm was great.”
There was a small silence. The air thickened. A shadow grew over the room. Tasha and the officer exchanged uneasy glances. Even the hair on the backs of their necks stood up in response to the sudden menacing atmosphere. Tasha rubbed her arms against a sudden chill.
Antonietta shrugged tranquilly as if she didn’t notice. “You asked me what happened, and I told you. It’s up to you whether or not you wish to believe me.”
“Why weren’t we called immediately?”
“You were called. I called the doctor to assist my grandfather, and I went to my quarters to shower and warm up. It was nearly dawn. I’m sorry I went to sleep, but we were both exhausted. Surely the housekeeper allowed you access to the music room and showed you where my grandfather was taken and also the site at the cliff.”
“Yes, she did, but we could not wake you or your grandfather to speak to you, and the cliff site raised more questions than answers. There is evidence of a struggle, even of someone going over the cliff. We could see where your grandfather lay and evidence of someone kneeling beside him. But it is impossible, Signorina Scarletti, for a man to pull a drowning man from the sea and bring him all the way to the top of the cliff again. Why was your grandfather taken all the way back up the cliff? That is the question.”
“Perhaps because a blind woman who was alone in a raging storm at the edge of that cliff needed help, too?”
“I think I can help, signor,” Tasha said, her voice a soft invitation. “This man
Nonno
speaks so much of, Byron Justicano, he is a stranger to us. A fortune hunter out for my cousin’s wealth. She is worth so much, the palazzo, the shipping company, her private trust. This is common knowledge. He seems to turn up at the most opportune times. How could he rescue a man from the sea? How could he save Antonietta at the same time? Do you see how ridiculous this story is? Of course he must be involved. And you heard Antonietta admit she thinks her assailant is dead. Dead by Byron’s own hand and perhaps drowned in the very sea that nearly took my cousin.” Tasha allowed a small sob to escape and reached to take Antonietta’s wrist. “He is a seducer of innocents and a master criminal. You must save us all from this man. I must count on the kindness I see in your magnificent eyes, otherwise, there is no hope to save my dearest cousin from this man.”
Antonietta would have laughed if she could have found her voice. She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. Tasha so easily made up stories to suit her mood or her cause. She had just delivered Byron as a suspect to her handsome policeman. And she had betrayed Antonietta’s confidence without a single thought.
Antonietta turned her head in Byron’s direction.
You’re here, aren’t you? You heard my cousin tell the captain these lies about you. I’m sorry she’s caused you trouble. She wants him to see her as a woman. Do not distress yourself over me, Antonietta. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
There was a bite to his voice, the impression of strong teeth snapping together. The image was so strong in her mind, Antonietta envisioned a great shaggy wolf eyeing prey. She knew he was in the room, her every sense was on full alert. How could Tasha be so careless as to condemn him while he stood right in the same room with them?
Byron sauntered into one of the many alcoves, materializing behind the thick, wide fronds of several potted trees. He emerged from the greenery slowly, scanning the policeman as he did so, planting memories of an introduction and sending waves of warmth. He didn’t bother to cover up for Tasha. She had the intricate Scarletti pattern in her brain. And he wanted her to be startled and uncomfortable, simply because she had upset Antonietta.
“Good evening,” he greeted formally as he glided forward. “I am afraid Tasha’s insecurities are showing, Captain. She is easily upset, and tonight the young child was injured.” Deliberately stopping in front of her, Byron took Antonietta’s hand away from Tasha and raised it to his mouth. He opened her fingers and pressed a soft kiss into the exact center of her palm. A slow, unhurried movement. Calm and deliberate and blatantly possessive. He lingered there for a moment, his thumb sliding over her skin.
Byron turned his head slowly and looked at Tasha. For a moment, in the dim lighting of the solarium, his eyes appeared to glow a fiery red. His teeth gleamed an amazing white and appeared, just for that second in time to Tasha, sharp and long, much like a wolf. She blinked and saw he was smiling, bowing low in a courtly, charming gesture.
“Tasha, my dear, I am sorry that your poor nerves suffered so on your cousin’s behalf, but there is no need for hysterics. She is truly safe, and the captain and I will keep her that way.” His voice was velvet soft, a blend of slight male amusement and arrogance, yet very compelling.
Byron turned the full force of his hypnotic voice and his mesmerizing eyes on the captain. “It is not so difficult to believe, with the evidence supporting every word Don Giovanni and Antonietta say. They are, of course, above reproach, and you have no trouble believing them. You are most concerned with protecting them. As we are good friends and you know it is my greatest concern, you wish to join with me, sharing with me all you know about this attack on them and aiding me in their protection.” His tone held such purity and goodness, it was impossible to do other than agree.
Tasha stared at the two men in utter horror. Byron bared his teeth at her again.
Diego clapped him on the shoulder in a comradely way. “It’s good you were here, old friend, or we might have had a grave tragedy. Signora Scarletti-Fontaine, surely you can see Byron has saved your grandfather and your cousin from certain death. Your family owes him a great deal.”
Antonietta couldn’t help but be swayed by Byron’s velvet voice, but she noticed she couldn’t quite remember his exact words. Only the tone. The perfect, pure tone. Her chin lifted.
Do you do that to me? What to you?
The laughter in his voice set her teeth on edge. Male amusement could wear thin very fast.
Mesmerize me with your voice so you get full cooperation. I try to mesmerize you with my kisses. My voice does not work on you. If only it would. My fondest dream would come true.
She wasn’t touching that. It was far too unsettling to be sitting with others yet carrying on a private, intimate conversation that was flirting with sensuality. “Do you have the information you need, Captain?” She spoke to the officer, but her focus was on Byron. Every cell in her body was aware of him. Obsession. It was an uncomfortable feeling and one she didn’t care for.
I feel the same way.
It was a deliberate reminder that he could read her thoughts. Antonietta had a great deal of pride, and Byron was well aware that craving a man would make her feel vulnerable and unsettled.
Tasha leapt up, her hands on her hips. “That’s it? That’s all the questions you’re going to ask him? Byron Justicano is not at all what he seems. How did he get into this house? How does he ever get in? Why don’t you ask him that!”
Byron swung his head around, his dark brows raised. Again she caught that fiery red glow, a devil’s warning when he looked directly at her. “I turn into tiny molecules and seep under the doors. Take care you do not leave your window open, you never know what might creep in.” He laughed softly, and the captain joined him.