The Missing Monarch. Rachelle McCalla
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Название: The Missing Monarch
Автор: Rachelle McCalla
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired Suspense
isbn: 9781408997512
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No, she wasn’t too worried about them. Lydia’s enemies had little reason to go after them—not when she had a more vulnerable relative with closer ties to Thad’s country.
She had no other option but to tell him. Her son’s life depended on it. Her hand shook as she pulled out the pictures of Peter. “We have a son.”
Thad’s face blanched white under his beard, and he seemed to stop breathing for several long seconds as he stared at the pictures with unblinking eyes. “No.” He closed his eyes firmly, as though to shut out the evidence she held in her hand.
Monica waited patiently for him to open his eyes again, to take in the images of the child who strongly took after his father. “His name is Peter.” She quoted the name she knew her husband loved, his favorite apostle from the Bible. “He’s five years old—almost five and a half, as he tells everyone whenever they ask. He has your eyes.” She looked him full in the face, comparing him to the photographs of Peter. “Almost your eyes—his are a little more greenish-blue.”
Thad reached for the pictures with trembling hands, but then drew back as if touching the photographs would confirm a truth he didn’t want to accept. “No.”
But Monica could see that he’d spotted the resemblance. She watched the truth sink in. “Peter is your son.”
Still he shook his head. “No, no, no,” he stuttered mournfully, no longer protesting the truth of what she’d said, but rather, expressing deep regret that it was true.
She’d told herself he wouldn’t likely be happy about the news, but his response—utterly appalled—cut at her heart. She loved her son more than anything.
Thad looked as though he wished the boy had never been born. “This changes everything.” He looked weary, almost sorrowful.
His expression pierced her heart, but she leaped on the hope he offered her with his words. “So, you’ll come with me?”
“Where is he?”
“Peter? He’s staying with my parents in Seattle.”
“Octavian knows he’s my son?”
She didn’t know how Octavian had figured it out—unless he’d only guessed. But even if it had been only a guess, she’d already confirmed the truth with her terrified reaction to Octavian’s barrage of questions. “Yes.”
The sorrowful look in Thad’s eyes glimmered with fear, and Monica felt an uneasy terror grip her.
Thad’s respiration rate increased. He took the pictures from her, tucking them back away into her wallet and slipping it inside her bag as though he could just as easily hide Peter from anyone who might be looking for him. “The pilot is working for Octavian?”
“Octavian hired him because of his familiarity with the area. But I don’t think the pilot knows him. He’s not one of his men,” she said, a sickening fear crawling up her back. Thad acted as though Peter was already in danger. But no, Peter was safe. He had to be. Octavian had said Peter would be safe as long as she did exactly what he’d told her to do. She hadn’t agreed to find Thad in order to endanger her son. She’d done it to protect him.
Still, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise in response to the panicked look on Thad’s face. Thad never looked panicked. Or he hadn’t when she’d known him. Now an ominous chill swept up her spine.
Thad’s face blanched pale. “We’ll have to take the plane. Let them think we’re cooperating. With this fog rolling in we don’t have any other way of slipping away.” He pulled the door open. “We’ve got to hurry.”
“Hurry?” She couldn’t be sure what he was muttering about, but she didn’t like the sound of it. He strode down the hall, and she had to trot along just to keep up with him.
“To warn your parents.”
Fear swept over her as though she’d been doused with icy water. Her son had to be safe. Octavian promised. Peter had to be safe. “Why do we need to warn my parents?”
“They’ll have to sneak away with Peter before Octavian gets his hands on him.”
“I thought Octavian was after you. He was only threatening Peter to get to you.”
“That may have been what he told you, but if he hasn’t figured it out already, it won’t be long before Octavian realizes the legal loophole Peter has created.” Thad spun around in the empty hallway and, almost as though he feared the very walls might overhear, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I’ve been living in self-imposed exile in order to keep Lydia out of the hands of an evil madman. But if I have a son, they don’t even need me.”
She felt a wordless plea rise up inside her, that God would take away the words she feared her husband was about to speak. Her fear for her son’s safety drowned out any comfort she might have felt being so close to her husband.
Thad pulled away just enough to meet her eyes. “All they have to do is get their hands on my son.”
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