“With all the traps in here, are you not afraid you might take a misstep and be killed?” Byron didn’t like the idea of Antonietta moving with her usual confidence through the darkened hallways, knowing sharpened blades were hidden for the unwary.
Antonietta laughed softly. “The blades were removed many years ago, just for that reason. We no longer needed to escape into the sea when invaders were upon us, so for the safety of unwary family members, the traps were dismantled.” She took his hand and smiled up at him. “It is quite safe. Come with me. I’m at home in the dark, and I won’t let anything happen to you. There’s something in here I discovered some time ago. To me it was worth more than all the golden treasures and artwork stored in the hidden rooms.”
“You are certain the traps have been dismantled?”
“Yes. Even the Scarlettis had to come into the modern age.” We even installed electricity here in the passageway. We needed it for the vaults as well as lighting. Her laughter was soft and inviting. How could anyone resist her laughter, least of all he?
Byron took her hand and followed her into the dark passageway. She didn’t turn on the lights in the hidden labyrinth of hallways. She didn’t need a light, and it said something about how well she knew him that she didn’t bother with one for him.
“The night my parents died, I knew something was wrong. I woke up and could barely breathe. I called to them, but they didn’t hear me. I ran up onto the deck. I could hear the sound of the clock ticking. Later, when I told
Nonno
, he said it was my imagination. But it wasn’t. I knew there was a bomb on the boat. I jumped into the sea as it went off.”
The door swung closed behind them, locking them in the narrow passageway. It was pitch black. No light seeped its way into the maze of halls. It was so narrow, Byron’s shoulders nearly touched on either side. “It is possible you heard it and felt it, Antonietta. Many people have built-in alarms and even a kind of radar.”
“For years I blamed myself. I left them there. They didn’t come up on the deck when I yelled to them there was danger. I don’t know why, but they didn’t come.” She led him through two sharp turns, steered him away from the wider of two passages. “That was the first time I ever felt the beast.”
Byron felt her fingers tighten involuntarily around his. He immediately pulled her close against his body. “You were a child, Antonietta, five years only. You barely escaped death yourself. As it was, you must have hesitated long enough to get caught in the blast.”
She ran her hand over his chest in a stroking caress, and her fingers were trembling. “I know that… now. Children tend to blame themselves. I turned back when I saw they hadn’t come up on deck, and I screamed for them to hurry.” For a moment she rested her head against his chest. “I was too small to climb up on the railing to get over the side, but I felt a power moving inside of me. It was growing and spreading. The night was so dark, there was no moon, and it was black. The sea was black. All of a sudden, I felt something moving under my skin, almost as if it were alive, and I itched terribly. And then I could see everything. Not like my normal sight—in a different way—but the night was suddenly clear. I heard my mother whisper to my father. She’d be right back, she was going to check on me. They thought I had a nightmare. But it was already too late. I leapt up on the railing. One single jump. It was so easy. And then the world went white, and then red and orange, and then black for me.”
Byron could feel the deep sorrow in her. It didn’t matter that the events had taken place so many years earlier, they were as fresh in her mind as the day they happened. He held her tightly, buried his face in the fragrance of her silky hair. “I am so grateful you survived, Antonietta. I am sorry for the loss of your parents. You must have loved them very much.” He reached to breach that ever-present barrier in her mind. Wanting her memories. Wanting to know what the power inside of her had been. Where it had come from.
“They were wonderful. You rarely saw one without the other. They were so close. They always seemed to have secrets. Come on, I want to show you this.” She stepped away from him to tug at his hand. “I’ve never told anyone what really happened that night. I knew they would think I was crazy. I was born with the Scarletti ability to heal. And several of us are telepathic, although the ability is limited. I’ve never been able to communicate so clearly with anyone as I can with you.” She stopped in the middle of the long passageway and ran her palm along the top of the wall. “When I discovered this room, it was covered in cobwebs, I don’t think anyone had been here for years.”
Byron reached up to find her hand with his, to slide his fingers into the centuries-old depression to find the hidden mechanism for revealing the chamber. As the door opened, a light glowed from within, automatically coming on. At the same time a musty, stale air greeted them. Byron turned her away from it. shielding her with his larger frame while he blew into the room, at the same time creating a small wind with his arms. He waited until he was certain it was safe to breathe before he moved out of Antonietta’s way.
“How did you do that? I can do a few things, but I can’t carry two adults across the cliffs and down that narrow, slippery trail to the palazzo. I swear our feet never touched the ground, and you were moving so fast the wind blew in our faces. I can draw on the strength of the beast, and sometimes, I can see images of heat, much like an infrared I suppose, but I can’t do the things you do. Like I saw the other night when it scared me. It wasn’t me seeing, but something else.”
She stepped into the small room. Byron followed her. It was no more than the size of a walk-in closet, long and narrow. And the walls were carved from floor to ceiling with a mixture of symbols, pictures, and ancient language.
“This is the history of my family,” Antonietta said. “Our heritage, what we are. And after
Nonno
showed me this room, I wasn’t afraid of myself anymore.” She tilted her head toward him. “And I would never be afraid of you.” She waved toward the wall. “I give you the cat you were looking for last night. The Scarlett! cats.”
Byron stepped closer to the wall, ran the pads of his fingers over the intricate carvings in the same way she had “read” the images. There were pictures of jaguars, men and women half jaguar, half human, caught for all time in transition. The earlier carvings were crude but detailed. The later drawings quite beautiful as if great care had been taken in creating them. “This is amazing, Antonietta. Has anyone else seen this?”
“No, I felt it was better to keep it to myself.”
Byron had to agree with her. The contents of the room would be very damaging to the Scarlettis and their position in society. But the carefully kept account of the Scarletti history was important to his people. His fingers flew over the wall, reading as quickly as he was able. “So this is the reason you do not fear my differences, and you accept them so easily.”
“I knew immediately you had to be one of the males, and your bloodline must be stronger even than mine.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “I know you won’t stay, Byron, and that’s okay. It really is. I have no wish to be married. I’m quite content with my life the way it is. I’ve never considered a permanent relationship with a man. Taking a lover is a different thing altogether. For as long as you want to stay, I think it will work out perfectly for the both of us.”
He turned slowly, rested one hip against the carved wall, and folded his arms across his chest. There was a long silence. “So you will not mind when I leave you?”
Antonietta heard the soft underlying growl in his voice, the snap of his teeth. A shiver went through her, and for the first time unease crept into her mind. Byron seemed an easygoing, courteous gentleman, with old-fashioned, courtly ways. She remembered the way her assailant had been flung backward, the distinct sound of bone snapping. How carelessly the body was thrown away from them. Byron had never even checked to see if the man still lived, he had known he was dead.