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Chapter 10

Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.

~Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The loud clank of china causes me to look up. My eyes spot my mother from across of me and I stifle a groan. I follow her line of vision and when I realize that she is staring- no, glaring- at my husband I clear my throat; loudly.

Both she and Barnabas look up. My mother looks as if she is ready to throttle me and Barnabas…Barnabas looks as if he has just woken up from a deep daze, his eyes wide and lost.

"You never told us what brings you here so early in the morning." I speak up and my mother's eyes fall upon me with such severity that I want to scream.

"Can't I simply come to see my daughter? With your tone, you shall make me think that I am not welcome here." She replies bitingly and I force a small smile on my face.

"Of course you are. Don't be silly, mother…How is Father?" I ask as I take tiny bite from my eggs. They taste like ash in my mouth, but I swallow them nonetheless. I know why my mother is here; to scold me and insult Barnabas. That much is clear.

"He endures the shame that has fallen upon us." Her reply is not unexpected. In fact, I'd be disappointed if she didn't mention it.

I sigh gently and I can see how Barnabas tenses up at her words. His hands tighten around the arms of the chair and his lips are pressed tightly together. His skin is pale, almost ashen, and his eyes are red and tired. He hasn't slept in over a week. I haven't slept either because no matter how hard I try I cannot find it in me to be cross with him. Not when I know how deeply in love he was -is- with the frail looking young woman.

I tighten my fingers around my spoon when I remind myself that if it wasn't for me, he'd be with her…Somehow he would make it work…I think so at least.

"Shame? I cannot believe that you listen to such vicious rumors, mother." I say at last and she glares at me.

"I cannot believe you, child." She hisses as she drops all pretence and throws her napkin away, "Isn't all this affecting you at all?"

Barnabas looks at me with pained eyes and for a moment I think he is ready to explode, but I implore him with my eyes. His knuckles release their hold on the arms of the chair and he leans forward, pressing the heels of his hands hard against his eyes.

"Mother, please. I cannot believe how much you enjoy provoking me." I say quietly and my mother shakes her head at me.

"Pretending nothing happened won't erase the fact that something did." She informs me with coldness and I open my mouth to reply, but I am cut off.

"Pretending Elita is at fault here won't help either, Mr. Heartcowl. I must insist that you turn your wrath upon me instead of scolding my wife like she is five years old." Barnabas' voice is low, barely composed and he is not looking up as he speaks. I know that it will take very little for him to snap. He's been holding his anger and pain in for days.

My mother looks at him with a scowl, "If she wasn't acting so aloof then perhaps I'd believe she is not a child that doesn't understand the consequences of such a grave mistake of judgment-…"

"Perhaps your daughter has something that you won't ever possess." Barnabas finally looks up, "Sensitivity."

I nearly gasp at the polite insult and my mother's face flushes with anger.

"Sensitivity? Must I applaud you too, Barnabas? Acting like this? Marrying my daughter and then what? Leaving a woman with child and then abandon her-…"

"Mother!" I drop my fork and slap my hands on the table, but the damage is already done.

Barnabas doesn't wait for any more words. He is up in a flash and he knocks his chair to the ground in his haste to get away. The table rattles as his thighs connect with it on his way out of the room. The two maids look shocked at their Master's reaction to a few words and they part like the sea for him to exit the dining room.

"Barnabas!" I am up on my feet and my mother looks aghast.

"Will you stand for this? Him acting so ruthlessly? And in my presence?" She stands up as well and I close my eyes in a futile effort to calm down.

I let out a shaky breath and then I open my eyes again, "Mother, the only one acting ruthlessly here is you. Please, return only when you have managed to tame your anger." I turn, ready to leave, but of course she is not done. I come to the realization that my mother might be just as bad as Barnabas' when it comes to misunderstanding situations.

"You're not angry at all?" Her voice is shocked and horrified.

Slowly, I turn to face her again, "I cannot understand you. You're acting like I am in a marriage with a man who actually loves me…or that I love him. You know how we came together in this. Don't act the cheated mother-in-law when you know that this is a marriage of expedience."

Her eyes narrow as she walks around the table to stand in front of me. "Respect is the root of every happy marriage, not love. So far, I've seen little respect."

"Respect? What about you? Do you show respect? This is my house now. You cannot barge in and throw accusations on my husband's face! On my face."

She gasps and I shake my head.

"Don't speak of things you have no knowledge of. I even doubt Father cares as much as you do about this. It's over. There is no child. Thus, there is no shame. Forget about it like most people in this town have." I step away and when she speaks again her words are softer.

"The town? Have you gone out at all?" She sounds closer, but I do not turn around, "People still talk about it even after two weeks. I cannot show my face in church-…"

"Maybe the townspeople have to pardon the man who made their precious Collinsport." I turn to look at her from over my shoulder, "Don't you think?"

I don't mention the fact that she should as well. Without the Collins, my father's business wouldn't be as profitable or successful. But I don't have to. She realizes that what I said applies for her as well and she tenses up in shock.

"Elita." She whispers, but I don't stay to listen.

"Good day, mother." I call through my teeth before I disappear out of the room.

I can feel her eyes on me as I make my retreat, but I don't care. I have to live in this house and endure it all. She is safely in her home with a man who actually loves her. She is fine.

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The drawing room's door is closed as I come to stop in front of it. I hesitate because I am not sure he wants to see me or face me right now. I know how this looks. Everyone is wondering how I can stand for it, but I just can. I am just sad that I cannot help him somehow. I am sad that he cannot have the family he wants because of our sham of a marriage. I came last. He had this whole life planned and I know that the child was in his plans as well at the time. I cannot blame him for something that was done long before I came along. But the outcome…the outcome is on my shoulders as well. I have to bear the weight of his past because that is what propriety demands. That is how our little society functions.

The gossips and rumors are turning this into a Greek tragedy full of deception, lies and made up facts that trouble the ones involved in this little show of false virtue and love. It's magnificent what things the human mind can come up with when bored.

"Madam?" Helen's voice is close and I am startled as I turn to look at her.

She is standing down the hall, a cloth in her hand. "May I bring you anything, ma'am? Some tea? For Master as well." She suggests and a small smile tugs on my lips.

"Thank you, Helen." I say quietly and she seems glad to be doing something for me.

"It will only take a moment, ma'am." She is gone in a flash and I gather my resolve as I look at the door again.

I raise my hand and knock softly before I push it open. He is sitting in front of the pianoforte with his head cradled in his hand. The windows are closed and the place is dark.

In silence, I walk over to the large balcony doors and pull them open. They squeak a little as I open them wide and I take a deep breath. The air smells of salt and sea and I bask in it for a moment before I turn to face my husband. He has realized that he is not alone and I can see him shooting flitting glances towards me as I slowly make my way over to the stool. I come to stand next to the seat and I lean down to press on a key. He blinks in response and I do so again until his eyes find my fingers. Hs dark gaze follows the slow glides of my hand and I can see him swallowing hard. His shoulders relax and the tension slowly evaporates as he focuses on my fingertips.

"I have ordered tea." I murmur and he pulls his hand away from his cheek to catch my moving hand instead. I pause as his fingers curl around my wrist and I watch with surprise as he brings my hand to his lips. His mouth touches my open palm and he sighs against it.

"I am sorry." His voice is quiet, hoarse and I blink, "I am sorry for all this."

I pull my hand away and he makes a small sound of desolation as I do so. I place my hand on his shoulder instead, kneading it with my fingers and the small gesture is enough for him to clutch me tight around the waist with the very obvious intention of pulling me closer. I allow it and soon his face is pressed against my stomach, his arm around my hips, pressing heavily on my lower back. His free hand finds my free one and he laces our fingers together.

"It's alright." I breathe in shock as he nuzzles my stomach while shaking his head.

"No, it's not. I am so ashamed of all this." He hisses into the fabric of my dress, "You, my parents, and your family…And Josette. Oh God, Josette. What she must think of me. Do you know she nearly died?" He looks up at me then and I don't know what to say, how to make it better.

"And she never told me-…"

I squeeze his hand, "Maybe she didn't know. Sometimes it can happen." I press my fingers on his shoulder and he closes his eyes.

"She'd never say it anyway. She'd never want to make things worse. I know it." His muscles are tense on his shoulder and as I knead they don't loosen up. He's like a tightly coiled string, ready to snap at the mere nudge.

"It's done. You…" I trail off because I don't know what to say, but he is not listening to me.

"It was just that one time. Just once… When we were still betrothed. I thought I was going to marry her and she was so frail and delicate in my arms." His voice is distant and I know he is back in the past.

My fingers pause their rubbing of his shoulder and I drop my hand to my side as he continues.

"And it was awful." His voice startles me and I look down upon him.

"What?"

He blinks and looks up at me as I tug my hand free of his clutching fingers.

"She cried and I couldn't even…I couldn't understand why. I loved her, I was so careful, but she still-…"

"Barnabas." I cut him off as I cup his face in my hands, "It was not your fault. She should have known it'd be like that-…"

"But it's my last memory of her! And I hate it because all it brought her was pain. First that night and then the miscarriage. And I was not there! I was here with you and it felt good! And I hate it. I hate it because it's not supposed to be like that!" His eyes are wild as he stands, knocking the stool backwards, "I love her and I couldn't even-…" He chokes on a dry sob and my eyes are wide and I don't know what to do. I have never seen him like this and it makes my insides burn with agony. I had never realized before how much he had given up in order to marry me. I had to give up nothing; nothing. James was already dead and he wasn't even worth it. But Josette…Josette deserved it because she kept silent. She suffered alone and she will suffer the humiliation alone as well.

I swallow thickly and I do the only thing that I can think of. I walk over to him as he stands with his back to me and wrap my arms around his middle in a firm embrace. His body stiffens for a few moments in what I think is surprise and then he sags against me, his hands already reaching down to cover my own on his hard stomach. I press my cheek on his back and close my eyes because I know now that I am probably the only one who can understand him. The same applies for me too. He is the only one who really knows me now.

"Elita." He breathes tiredly as he squeezes my hands almost painfully.

"I know." I murmur quietly as I press my cheek harder against his shoulder blade, "I understand."

He sighs and for a moment he stands still, letting me hold him until he takes my hands and turns around. Sliding my arms around his waist, he steps closer to me and touches my face and my neck. He pushes a few strands of my hair behind my ear and his eyes roam my face until he smiles down at me, the wild expression gone from his face.

"Thank you." He breathes with a long breath before he kisses my forehead. His hands travel to my back and he pulls me tight against him, pressing me to him as he lowers his head in the crook of my neck. I shudder as his hot breath falls on my skin and I am suddenly reminded of that night in the washroom. I shake my head to clear it and embrace him tightly as well.

"You deserve the world." His voice is quiet as he nuzzles the skin behind my ear and I flush because that is not true. It's not true because I am jealous. I am jealous of Josette because even if she is alone she has his love. She is loved by someone truly and I…I am not. I am ashamed of my thoughts and I hide my face in his shoulder.

"Elita?" he murmurs in my ear as he rubs my back, "You're so very quiet." He is kneading my back through my dress and corset and I relax against him.

"I'm fine. I am just sad. What my mother said…" I trail off as traitorous tears fill my eyes.

"Shh, hush." He cups the back of my head and it seems like it is time for him to console me, "Forget it. I am fine. I am fine now. You're not angry with me and I am more than fine. We'll get through this, I swear it. What's this?" His eyes are wide as he pulls back and looks at my face. His thumbs are quick to wipe a couple of stray tears away and I shake my head as he raises my face up to his.

"It's just all these days…" I shake my head more firmly, "I'm sorry."

His brow is knitted together as he eyes me with concern and then his hands are pulling me closer again, tucking my head under his chin while holding me tight.

"I have nothing to forgive." His voice is low, "Nothing."

I take a deep breath and smile against his shirt, my hands resting lightly on his slim waist.

A knock on the door causes me to pull back slightly and he lets me, his eyes never leaving my face as he speaks up.

"Come on in, Helen." He calls and the door opens.

The maid walks in with a large tray of teacups, saucer, sugar and milk while Angelique follows in with a tray of biscuits.

I tense up and Barnabas' eyes stray from my face to look at the two women. I can see the way his lips are pressed together in irritation because Angelique is staring at us unabashedly.

"Shall I pour the tea, Master?" Helen speaks up and she looks guilty when she notices my husband's severe gaze.

"No, Helen. You're excused." He replies, but his eyes are soft when he looks at her. He knows that she is only following his mother's orders.

Helen smiles with relief and Barnabas returns it without pulling his hands from my shoulders.

Angelique blinks and looks at us as if we are from another time and place before she remembers herself and bows.

"Master…" She acknowledges him and only shoots a sharp glance my way before she disappears out of the door.

Barnabas sighs, "Come." He takes my hand as he takes me over to the table. I take a seat and when he reaches out to take the saucer, I reach out a hand to stop him.

"I'll do it." I murmur and he smiles sadly.

"You're too good to me." he tells me as he watches me fill his cup, "Will you feed me as well?" He asks and I look up startled only to see his eyes shining with warmth and mirth.

A smile reaches my own mouth and I give a small shrug. "Only if you come to church with me on Sunday." I say and he falters before he looks at my pleading gaze. His resolve is breaking, I can see it, and then he reaches out to squeeze my knee affectionately.

"Whatever you want." He breathes out with an expression of wonder and I flush before I smile. His lighter mood is the best compensation ever and I am just glad that I can actually make him feel better. It's more than what I've ever hoped for.

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My mother looks glad when we enter the church on Sunday and she gets at least a few inches taller as we take our seats next to her. I nod my head at her and as I sit down I can feel Barnabas' hand curling around my own. I let him take my hand and he brings our joined fingers onto his lap, squeezing them tight as all eyes fall upon us.

I take a deep breath and try to keep my attention focused on the vicar, but something catches my attention to our right.

My gaze clashes with Ms. Du Pres' and I freeze. I try not to show how uncomfortable I am to be in the same space with her after everything that has happened, but I know that my skin is already flushing with color. She is quick to look away and I hate the way she is holding her head lowered. This is a nightmare; a complete and utter nightmare.

I chance a look at Barnabas and I can see that he is gazing straight ahead, his eyes not looking away from the altar. His jaw is tightly clenched and a muscle is ticking at his cheek. I avert my gaze and rub my thumb over the back of his hand instead. He doesn't relax, but he does give my hand a squeeze and his hold on his walking stick relaxes greatly.

When we rise to take our leave Barnabas stops to speak to a few of the townspeople, shaking hands and conversing lightly with them. He stays away from the Du Pres family, but that doesn't stop them from staring at him with distaste. Josette is keeping her head lowered and fiddles with the lace on her gloves.

I watch from afar as she excuses herself and walks away from her family. Her feet take her behind the church and I know that she simply wants to disappear. Her parents fall into a conversation with the vicar as the people start leaving and I bite my lip.

I scan the area for my husband before I excuse myself from my mother's company.

She frowns as I walk away, but I pay her no heed.

I reach Barnabas and he breaks into a relieved smile when he sees me.

"Sweetheart." He curls an arm around my back as he motions to the man in front of him.

"Captain Davis, my wife. The Captain is an old friend of my family." He says quietly and I reach out to shake the seaman's hand. His hold is strong and firm and his expression sincere.

"Lady Collins. A pleasure." His withered features are shockingly clear and honest and I smile.

"Likewise, Captain. If you'll excuse me, I need to steal my husband for a moment." I say quietly and he inclines his head, politely turning away.

"Elita?" Barnabas murmurs as I take him to the side, "Is anything the matter?"

"Almost no one is around. I know you wish to speak to her. She's behind the church. Go and I'll keep an eye out for any onlookers." I say quietly as I push him towards the other way.

He blinks rapidly down at me and his mouth parts in shock, "I can't. Not when you're…" He trails off and I lock eyes with him.

"Barnabas, it's alright. I…I don't mind." I whisper.

Liar.

"Go." I release him and then turn my back to him, a smile on my face as I look at Captain Davis.

I engage in a conversation with him, something about merchandize and islands and time passes by. My eyes are alert, but almost everyone is gone from the church's courtyard. My mother is busy conversing with one of her supposed friends and Josette's parents are still in the company of the vicar.

The chat with the captain makes me feel less like an outsider and I feel lighter, much lighter. At some point he must take his leave and he leaves me with a soft excuse.

I watch him go and quickly peruse the courtyard. Taking a step back, I lean against the bricked wall and peer towards the back.

My light mood is vanished when I am witness to the most shocking event in my life. My eyes go wide as I watch the pale hand of Josette striking my husband's cheek with such force that his head is turned to the side by it.

Our eyes lock and his eyes widen minutely at seeing me there, but Josette's sobs are getting louder and he diverts his attention from me to step up to her. I watch mesmerized as she allows him to touch her and when his arms come around her she falls into his arms like a ragdoll. I blink when she starts crying into his shirt and I try to forget that he had consoled me in the exact same way a few days ago.

Feeling like I am intruding on something private, I quickly turn away and head quickly for my mother, my eyes still cautious and my heart feeling as if someone has stomped on it.

My mother notices my uneasy state and she questions me with her eyes. I simply shake my head and smile in response. That's what I must do; smile.

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The wind is cool and strong, disturbing my nightgown and robe as I stand, leaning over the balcony. The sky is cloudy and it looks misty in the dark. It's after midnight, but I cannot sleep. My mind is surprisingly empty and that should worry me, but it doesn't. I feel so very tired, exhausted and weary of each day and that is not how I should feel.

My life could have been worse, much worse after James. My life must look like a fairytale to Josette and well, to everyone. And I suppose that it is. It is because I have everything a woman could ever wish for. Barnabas is lavishing me in gifts almost weekly since that day at the church. Clothes, hats, shoes, even jewelry that I never get around to wear. I know why and it doesn't make me feel better. He feels sorry for me…I think he feels sorry for himself too, but he doesn't show it. He is always in a good mood in my presence, always sending me warm smiles and touching me softly, but I'd rather see him pretending to be alright than have him brooding away in despair like that day in the drawing room.

I blink as I gaze blankly at the wide ocean ahead. It looks like a storm is coming and I have never been more glad that the winter is approaching. The autumn is gone and the chilly wind is enough proof of that. I shiver, but I don't move away. I like the cold. It makes me feel something other than misery and I smile as my hair moves along with the wind. I must look like a madwoman standing in the cold with a smile on my face, but no one is around to watch.

When hands come to settle on my hips I blink out of my daze and I jump a little. I turn and look over my shoulder.

Barnabas is smiling at me, a frown marring his handsome features. "What are you smiling about?" He murmurs curiously as he brushes hair away from my cheek, pushing it behind my shoulder and leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

His chest comes to press tightly against my back and he wounds his arm around my middle as his lips linger on my cheek.

"There's a storm coming." I breathe as I turn to look at the sea again.

He looks up, "Terrible weather. Come back inside." He kisses the back of my head and tries to pull me back with him, but I do not budge.

"You don't like storms?" I ask instead and he chuckles a little. I haven't heard him chuckle in a while.

"If I can curl under the covers with my wife, I do enjoy them." His response is unexpected and it warms the pit of my stomach a little.

"Are you in earnest?" I blurt out and he pauses before he replies very quietly.

"Of course." His free hand comes to knead my back gently, "What's the matter?"

I shake my head, "Nothing. I like sitting here."

"You need to sleep." His voice is laced with reprimand.

"I'll sleep."

His hold on me tightens and I lean back against him because he is warm and I am chilled. Despite my earlier musings, I like it that he is warm. It makes me feel safe.

"Elita." His breath is hot on my neck as he wraps both hands around my waist, crossing them over my stomach as he nestles behind me from head to feet until he groans and turns his head to press an openmouthed kiss on the side of my throat.

"You like it?" He murmurs as he runs a hand down my side over the smooth fabric of my new robe.

"Of course. But you must stop."

"Stop? You deserve everything I give you." His voice is confused and I close my eyes as I lean against him.

"And more." He adds as he squeezes me tight and then pushes me forward. I am startled and I clutch at the railing as he places a hand on my back, trailing his fingers over the smooth material until he comes to lean over me. His hips are pressing tightly into my backside as he places his hand on my shoulder and covers my right hand with his own.

"You must stop being so tightly wound around me, sweetheart. I don't like it." He breathes quietly as he gazes at the sky. I swallow hard as he doesn't move away because I can feel every inch of him digging into my lower back even through the material of his light pants.

He curls his free arm around my stomach and then he is pulling me away from the railing, turning me around so that I am facing him.

"You'll catch your death. Come back to bed." He briefly kisses my nose and then tugs me along with him. He closes the balcony doors and pulls the drapes closed before he takes my hand and guides me to the bed.

"I am not sleepy." I shake my head and he smiles.

"Neither am I."

"Then why…?"

He pushes the robe off my shoulders and shrugs out of his. I try not to look at his exposed chest as he gently pushes me on the bed. I roll until I am on my side and when I look at him again he is already in the process of lying under the covers as well.

He settles his head onto the fluffy pillow and then opens his arms out towards me in invitation.

"Come."

I oblige without much ado and he looks surprised when I accept without much hesitation. I lie my head down onto his chest and I relish in the warmth of his skin.

He inhales deeply and reaches down to fix the covers around us before he slides his hand on my thigh. He caresses it briefly before he hooks his fingers under my knee. He pulls my leg over until it is straddling his thighs and he lets out a tiny sigh.

"Better." He sinks his hand in my hair and I watch as he studies the blond strands, curling them around his fingers while occasionally massaging my scalp.

I blink and I know now that my distance has kept him from showing deeper affection towards me. I am reserved around him because I think he needs me to be. I never thought that he might want a deeper connection. I realize that we are not that different after all.

"Has it always been so?" His husky voice causes me to look up. Our gazes lock and he smiles as one finger comes up to rub at my lips.

"What?"

"Have you always been so well mannered?"

His question confuses me. Me? Well mannered? My mother has always told me that I have been a pain.

"Have you always been so charming?" I ask in return and he chuckles for the second time tonight.

"Are you charmed?" His eyes fall on my lips and I know what he wants. It's quite plain obvious that he wants more than just an embrace.

"You can't." I blurt out before he can close the gap between us.

He looks away from my mouth only to come and haunt my eyes with his burning gaze.

"Why not?" His question is barely audible and I lick my suddenly dry lips.

"Because it'll be a lie."

His eyes darken with a foreign emotion and then his hand is on my jaw, grasping it firmly as he leans his head towards me.

"Desire is not a lie." He murmurs just before he covers my lips with his.

I sit up and he follows me, his mouth never parting from mine as he kisses me deeply. His hands thread through my hair and he groans as he grasps fistfuls of it, weaving his fingers deeply in my tresses as he pushes me onto my back. The wind is knocked out of me and he swallows my gasps as his tongue slides wetly across my lower lip only to slip eagerly into my parted mouth.

My hands abandon the sheets and come to rest onto his waist, my nails digging into his pale skin as he ravages my mouth with a brutality that I have never before associated with him. His force startles me and his lust clouds my mind for a moment. I don't even know how to react to such passion. I am numb until he breaks the kiss to nip and lick at my jaw line.

"Barnabas."

"Sweetheart." He breathes with his eyes closed. When he opens them they are fogged with desire and I am breathless at his reaction to me.

I blink, but then his eyes come to rest on my light hair, right upon the locks that he has wrapped around his fingers and I freeze. Suddenly, I realize that all this is not for me. It's for an alive ghost; a ghost that looks like me a little.

I tense up and my hands leave his waist to trail up his chest. His mouth breaks into a smile and he starts breathing heavier as my fingers brush over his taut stomach. His mouth falls open and he is ready to kiss me again when I grab at his shoulders and still him.

"It is a lie. Can't you see?" I cup his face and he blinks, his cheeks still flushed and his breathing still labored, "Come back to me." I whisper and he blinks again until his cheeks are flushed with guilt instead of embarrassment.

"Elita…" he breathes my name out in astonishment, but I shake my head. I lean up to press a kiss to his jaw and then I roll out from under him.

I turn to my side and I listen to his rapid breathing as he collapses next to me. Excruciating silence stretches between us until I slide towards him and press my back to his chest.

His sharp intake of breath is his only proof of shock-or relief- before he curls an arm around my side and pulls me closer.

I close my eyes and pretend to go to sleep, but I am well aware that neither of us can successfully reach that small slice of heaven that is called blissful oblivion; not tonight.

End of chapter 10

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