Mysterious Vows. Cassie Miles

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СКАЧАТЬ went back down the hallway. Had he really locked the door? She gripped the doorknob and tried to twist it. Locked tight! How dare he lock her in her bedroom! His behavior was ridiculous and archaic, locking her up as if she were a medieval princess. What was next? A chastity belt? This was more than an affront to her pride. His behavior bordered on cruelty. “Bastard!”

      How could he treat her like this?

      Through the slightly open window she heard the distant sounds of people preparing to depart. She hurried to the window of her bedroom prison and stood there, peering out. At the far end of the house the wedding guests were making their way outside into the sunlight.

      Maria tried to push the window higher, to open it. If she leaned out, waving and screaming like Rapunzel in her tower, Reverend Blaylock would return. He was a kind man. He would help her. Or would he?

      She knew there was danger. The note had warned her. Eddy Elliot had warned her. Jason had repeatedly insisted that she was not safe.

      “Jason.” She gritted his name through clenched teeth. She couldn’t trust him. He was the danger. And the others? Without more information, she couldn’t be sure. It was safer to trust no one, to keep a low profile. She would escape from this room, this damned island, by herself. Then she would be free to disappear onto the mainland. But where? How?

      She paced the room. She had no money. No clothing except for the wedding gown she was wearing.

      If she went to the police, what could they do? She had no name, no identity except for Maria Ramos Hernandez. She paused and corrected herself. She was Mrs. Jason Wakefield Walker the Third. And from what she’d ascertained, Jason was an important man in this part of the world. The police would contact him to pick up his hysterical bride who was spouting a fantastic story about not knowing who she was or where she came from.

      She couldn’t go to the police.

      Back at the window, she watched the guests following a footpath to the edge of a bluff. Their brightly colored wedding clothing contrasted with the bleak landscape that was only occasionally marked with patches of wildflowers and shrubs. Beyond was the cold, gray sea, another barrier to her freedom. But Jason had a sailboat. She could steal it, aim toward the shoreline, which was not even visible from here. How far was it, how many miles, to freedom?

      It didn’t matter. She would escape, take the boat. The Elena. It was named for his first wife who had suffered and died on this island. A cold shudder went through her. Was this Elena’s bedroom? Had she passed away upon that bed?

      Confusion whirled in her brain. The aching had returned. Not a devastating pain, but a monotonous, unending throb. Threats were all around her. She was surrounded by danger. Muerte. The overwhelming darkness that she had evaded crept closer.

      “No,” she whispered. She would not succumb, would not quit.

      First, she needed to get out of this room. If she forced herself through the small opening in the second-story window and dangled from the sill, the drop would still be more than ten feet. Too far. She couldn’t risk injuring herself, making herself even more helpless.

      She peered outside. Unfortunately there were no handy trellises or sturdy trees that she could climb down. The vegetation on this windswept, rocky island was sparse. Nowhere to hide.

      She tried the door handle again. Could she break the lock? These doors were old, but heavy.

      Pick the lock? Maria didn’t recall a background that included that type of talent. She had to think, to use her wits. The bathroom attached to this bedroom had no separate door into the hallway. And the closet?

      She pulled open the door and checked that window in case there would be a way to climb down. But there was nothing. Only the wavering sunlight of late afternoon. Soon it would be dusk, then nightfall. Then Jason would come to her room. He had promised dinner. And what else?

      The thought of his kisses wakened a new fear within her. He was masterful. He was strong. How could she resist him? And yet, how could she allow herself to be overwhelmed? If she made love to him, she would be more of a captive than before.

      Her gaze lifted upward. From the ceiling of the closet a cord dangled from an overhead hatch. She tugged hard on the cord and a ladder descended. There must be additional storage in the attic. And possible escape.

      Before climbing up and out of her bedroom prison, she raced to the bedside table and grabbed the pistol.

      Chapter Four

      “I want to see her,” Alice said, “before I leave.”

      “Maria is sleeping,” Jason replied. “She’s exhausted.”

      Alice closed the door to his office and confronted him angrily. “I’m going to give you some free advice, dear brother.”

      He knew very well that it would do absolutely no good to protest. Jason settled back in the chair behind his desk and braced himself. When Alice had an opinion, it would be stated come hell or high water. “Yes, Alice?”

      “Don’t be overprotective of Maria. She’s not an invalid like Elena was. Please, Jason, you must listen to me. I know you adored Elena, but she was a very sick woman. Taking care of her turned you into a recluse.”

      Though he didn’t like to hear it, he knew she was right. Elena’s drawn-out death had changed him. Watching her die slowly, unable to help her, had stolen his spirit. After she’d passed away, he had flung himself headlong into his work with the rebels of Guermina. The people of that country had called him courageous. They had not guessed at the truth: he didn’t care if he lived or died. Without Elena, his life was over.

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