friendâjust a friend! They couldnât understand thatââ
I thought she was going to cry, but she mastered her emotion. She clasped her hands in her lap and stared down at them. When she continued to speak, her voice was level, carefully controlled. âI donât know what happened to him. There was no way I could contact him. IâI wanted him to know how sorry I was. Butâhe just vanished. He stayed in Darkmead for three or four days, thenâjust left. No one knows where he went. I think about Jamie a lot.â
There was a rumble of thunder in the distance. The clouds were moving slowly across the sky, and dark shadows moved across the moors at the same pace. Duchess whined, burrowing her head in Nicolaâs lap. Duke stood before us with his silver-gray body stiff, his eyes alert. Nicola seemed to be lost in thought. She crooned softly to Duchess, stroking the dogâs head and rubbing its ears.
âTell me about yourself,â she said abruptly.
âWhat would you like to hear?â
âAbout youâyour life.â
I gave her a brief résumé of my life. I told her about the years with Aunt Clarice, about the apartment Donald had found for us, about the work I had helped him with. I talked about the excitement of Londonâthe streets, the theaters, the parties. She listened with her elbow on her knee, her chin propped in her palm, her eyes filled with longing.
âHow Iâd like that,â she said quietly. âBeing free, being able to do just what I liked.â
âI always thought it would be rather nice to live in a castle,â I said airily. âDo you sleep in a tower?â
âMy roomâs downstairs,â she said. âNear the stairs that lead down to the dungeons.â
âThat sounds exciting,â I replied. âImagine having real dungeons! I would love to explore them.â
Nicola looked grim, unresponsive to my humoring. âTheyâre horrible,â she said. âDark and damp andâI donât go down there. I did, and I heard somethingââ She drew herself up, fighting back the tremulous emotion in her voice. âIt was another nightmare. Buck found me. He told me I hadnât heard anything. Dorothea gave me a sedative and sent for the doctor. They put me to bed and thought I was asleepâand they talked about me. Iâm not sickââ
âEveryone has nightmaresââ I began.
âIâm not sick,â she continued, âbut I let them think so. Itâs easier that way.â
âWhatâwhat do you mean?â
âExactly what I said.â
She looked at me with eyes that were perfectly lucid. There was a hard set to her mouth, and I felt for the first time that she was actually communicating with me. The skittish, nervous girl had gone. The Nicola who stared at me now was intelligent, alert, almost formidable. I felt a cold chill pass over me, and I was afraid. What had she seen? What could possibly have happened to give a seventeen-year-old girl that hard, defensive look? I started to reach for her hand, but she drew away from me, standing up and brushing her yellow-white skirt. I felt she had been on the verge of telling me something of paramount importance, but the moment had passed, and she was lost to me again. I stood up too, frowning.
âIâd better go,â the girl said quietly.
âIâI hope youâll come to visit me at the house. Nicola.â
She shook her head. âI wonât be able to do that,â she said, her eyes averted. âThey donât like for me toâto talk to people. Iâve talked too much. I shouldnât have talkedââ She looked at me, and there was a pleading quality in her voice. âDonât pay any attention to me. IâI just wanted to meet you. I didnât meanââ
âNicolaââ
âI have to go back now. Buckâll be furious when he
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations