Innocence Lost (27 page)
Authors: Tiffany Green
Jack roared orders. The men flew into action. The
Enigma
picked up speed, but it was wounded. It would not get away from the frigate. Her heart sank to her toes. It would overtake the
Enigma
within minutes. Oh, God. She could not stand another round of cannon fire.
"Look,” one of the crew yelled, “she's a-reef."
Megan swiveled around and found the navy ship unable to pursue. The men cheered. She put a hand over her heart, her breath choppy. How long until the frigate became dislodged?
One of the crew whistled. “Another ship.” He pointed to the east. Megan found a tiny black dot in the distance, heading toward them. Another navy ship? She leaned back against the mast. How much more could she take?
"Come, lass.” Connor pulled her along. “Ye be a stubborn one.” He escorted her to her cabin. “Yer no’ tae come out, aye?” Before waiting for an answer, he closed the door.
She sat on the bunk and willed her heart to stop pounding. She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the bedding in a tight fist. Within an hour, the
Enigma
slowed and came to a halt. Men ran about. She heard pistol fire and shouts. She put her hands over her ears, shaking from head to toe.
The door crashed open. She shrieked then gasped, scooting back against the wall.
Nicholas.
She didn't trust her eyes. She could only sit there with her mouth hanging open.
"Megan?” He moved cautiously toward her, his voice gentle. “It's all right, love, you're safe now."
"Nicholas?” she whispered, then flew into his arms.
She wanted to faint with relief. Tears poured from her eyes, blurring her vision. She held him tight as his warmth seeped into her bones. Oh, God, how she'd missed him. She breathed in his sandalwood scent. Sobs tore from her lips.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Don't worry, love. I am taking you home.” His words were thick and raw with emotion. He rubbed his hand up and down her back.
Her sobs subsided into shuddering hiccups. When she found a measure of control, she scrubbed the wetness from her cheeks.
Nicholas leaned back. His concerned gaze roved her face. “Are you all right?"
She nodded. “You found me."
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Always."
Megan hovered near tears again, but she swallowed them back. Nicholas took her hand and led her to the door. “Come, let's get you home."
Home. She closed her eyes and sighed, wanting nothing above putting this terrible ordeal behind her.
He led her up on deck. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the blinding sunlight. Julian's crew held Jack's at pistol point. Her numbness began to lift. She was really going home.
Nicholas started for Julian's ship. “Come, love."
Megan turned to follow. A woman screamed. She spun around in time to see Angela running toward her with murder in her eyes. The air left Megan's lungs in a whoosh just as Angela made contact. They toppled over the gap in the rail, straight into the water.
"No!” Nicholas dove in after his wife, fear squeezing his heart. The cold water swallowed him whole. It stung his eyes as he descended into the ocean's frigid depths. Kicking his legs, he released some air from his lungs and sank lower. His pulse pounded in his ears. His chest started to sting, but he continued to swim, hoping, praying...
Hair grazed his hand. Nicholas grabbed it and pulled the body to his, praying with all his might. With no air left, he worked his way to the surface.
His chest constricted like a knife had been jammed into his heart.
Dear God, she was so still.
He climbed the ladder, then lowered his wife's inert form onto the polished wood. He searched her blue-tinted features and found no sign of life. Closing his eyes, he crashed to his knees and held her tight. Fat, scalding drops ran down his cheeks as he began to rock back and forth.
"God, please, no!” The words tore from his throat.
He was barely aware of Julian's hand clamping his shoulder. “Don't you do this to me, Megan. Don't you dare!” He paused to give her a shake as anger welled up within him. “Do you hear me?"
He halted.
Had she just made a noise? He kept his eyes riveted to her blue lips.
They parted and seawater spilled out. She began to choke and cough.
Unable to move or breathe, he watched her eyelids flutter open. Her violet eyes stood out against her snowy skin. He released a sob as he hugged her tiny body to his.
Joy engulfed him. He scrubbed the dampness from his cheeks. His love was alive, in his arms...and he was never going to let her go.
London, three months later
Megan stood before the parlor window, stiff with anticipation. She worried her bottom lip in her teeth as she eyed the dark clouds billowing in from the north. The wind rattled the window. Behind her, the room rumbled with conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. Megan smiled when she discerned Emily's happy chatter and Torie's friendly response. Both Evie and Torie's ready acceptance of Emily flooded her with joy.
A carriage turned the corner and her heart lurched. She kept her eyes on the black vehicle as it approached and willed it to stop before the townhouse. When it passed, she swallowed back her disappointment. Her fear grew. Where was he? He should have arrived hours ago.
Movement in the reflection of the glass pane caught her eye. She looked up and found her husband directly behind her. His eyes gleamed with love, and he smiled. She returned the smile and felt his warm body close the distance between them. His arms crept around her waist, and he settled a hand protectively over her middle, where their child grew. She placed her hands on top of his and rested against him.
"How are you feeling?” he asked.
She squelched a sigh and turned in his arms. “I am perfectly fit."
"Come sit on the sofa, love. You've been standing too long."
She allowed him to lead her to the sofa. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
"Yes, please."
As soon as Nicholas crossed the room, the door to the parlor opened.
Megan stood and rushed to her brother. Julian gave her a warm embrace, then pulled away and looked her over from top to bottom. “Ah, darling sister, you're glowing. Being with child certainly agrees with you."
Megan felt like she would burst with pride. Then she sobered. “Did you find him?"
The joyous light within Julian's eyes went out. “Yes."
Nicholas returned and she took the drink he offered. “And?"
"Jack released Charles into my care without any difficulties,” Julian said. “That's why I'm late. I took him straightway to Newgate."
She smiled up at her brother and held out her hand. “You owe me one hundred pounds.” She wiggled her fingers. “And not a word of this to Mother. You'd be in as much trouble as I."
Julian sighed as he reached into his pocket.
"I told you Jack would give the swine over,” she said smugly, stuffing the notes into her wrist bag. “If you'll recall, he did send you quite a bit of gold to repair the
Sweet Siren
. Jack only takes from those who deserve it.” She refused to acknowledge Nicholas's grunt of jealousy.
"Have you forgotten about the pending murder charge against him, dear sister?"
Megan lifted her chin. “He did not murder his father.” She was not about to add that she had hired Thomas Porter to find the real murderer of Jack's father. “Have you talked to Father about being a ship's captain?"
"Master,” Julian corrected. “A merchant ship's commander is called ‘Master.’”
"Well, then, have you?"
"Didn't have to. I'm leaving the sea."
"Oh, Julian.” Megan hugged her brother. “That's wonderful news. I shall like having you around more often."
"Yes, well... I think I need a drink."
Megan watched him leave. Maybe now he would find a wife and be as happy as she was.
"Come, love. Sit and rest a while,” Nicholas insisted.
Megan sat on the sofa beside her husband and watched her friends. How she wished that they would all find the love and happiness she had. After all, she shouldn't be the only one of them so fortunate. Ideas began forming in her head.
"You look like the cat that ate the cream."
"That's because I feel like it.” She snuggled closer to him. “Oh, Nicholas, you make me so happy."
His expression softened with tenderness. “We make each other happy, my love,” he replied, then he leaned forward and sealed his words with a kiss.
From the first moment I saved the knight in shining armor at age eight, I fell in love with romance. Since then, I have conjured many stories, and now I am excited to bring the best of them to you.
My main love is the Regency historical, but don't be surprised if you find some medieval and western romances show up.
I am a native Texan and have deep roots in the small Texas town in which I live. My husband is incredibly wonderful and supportive and I have one awesome teenage son. Going back to school for my MBA is keeping me busy, but has not stopped me from my first love—creating exciting new worlds and interesting characters to fill them.
I hope you enjoy my books!
www.tiffanygreen.net
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